Roooooof

I got stung by a bee yesterday, it attached to  my chest and would not get off, I starting yelping and running and Dad had to come out and save me.   Bob trod on a bee the day before.  I don’t like bees.

I love scraping my teeth on paua shells, mum told dad that maybe I could become a paua polisher and he could make some jewellery.

I rolled over and fell off the couch last night and mum just laughed – no sympathy – I think she has a mean streak.

I am peeing straight away when taken outside, eating my breakfast without mucking around – mum thinks I am being good and getting better – little does she know – I am giving her a false sense of security – well she shouldn’t laugh at me!.

Woof

Charley