I haven't posted for a while
because I have been suffering from sleep deprivation.
Since the fourth of May I haven't
had my usual 20 hours per day. On that day, I spent the whole of it sunning
myself in the garden. To be honest, I got a bit exhausted and my jaw was aching
from taking my toy to all the purple people coming to the door. Yet when the
sun went in and it was getting a little chilly, I went inside to discover that
mum had birthed a puppy.
I'm sure it's nose will lengthen in
time and its tail will soon sprout. Also I'm a bit disappointed that she is
called Daphne. Why not, Olive?
I kept my distance at first,
waiting for her to introduce herself but she didn't. Instead I had to be the
first to sniff her bottom and while she didn't reciprocate, I felt much more
comfortable.
Despite my lack of sleep, I have a new place to dump my toys. Plus, it's important to stay in the good books of a pink greyhound because if the rumours are true, they feed you sneaky treats when they grow up. I can't wait.
