From their family...
It is, yet again, coming up to the Christmas season and I have been very bad at keeping in touch with you all.
So I decided to write to you and give you a little catch-up on how I and my side-kick Wiley are getting along.
Can you believe I turned 8 years old this past summer and with it I have become more subdued.
Let me explain my version of subdued........I don't bother getting out of bed unless there's something in it for me.
I am as needy as ever and if there is any chance of someone sitting down and not using their hands, then I am on it like as pro.
Petting.....you can never get enough of it.
Lately I have been able to train Wiley to lick my face.
I throw myself in front of him (repeatedly) and the odd time, when he's in the humour, I have struck gold.
Were I a cat, you'd hear me purr!!
I still carry around a stuffed toy as an offering to anyone looking and as usual nothing is allowed to have a squeaker.
There should be a job for me somewhere as a master of de-squeaking.
Balls are still my main obsession but I am not able to go as long as I used to without loosing the plot and refusing to hand over the ball.
My human parents can't work out if it's the possibility of the game ending and the ball being put away (before I destroy it) or if I am genuinely unable to keep going that long.
Either way, I'm the one with the glassed-over, ball-shaped love-glasses.
Wiley just goes along with whatever.
He's easy to look after and is a little yapping sweetheart (Mum's words!!)
If I happen, by accident, to take anything off him, he doesn't put up any kind of a fight..........he goes and stands silently beside Mum.
She can sense him and immediately knows what I have done and comes and gets whatever it is back for Wiley.
He likes nothing better than being cuddled by Mum but she is very careful to do it when I am not around or I'll be in on the session, I don't just join in, I plough in!!
We continue to love our walks and in fairness to Wiley he's a real trouper.
He is up for anything and for all his posh genetics, is the first to take a running dive for any kind of poop that takes his fancy.
Eau-de-pong all the way, baby
We became uncles last December and our little human nephew turns one next week.
His dog, Toby, is our best friend and often stays with us.
It is lovely having a little human around the place and we are slowly catching on to why Toby is always waiting near the high-chair.