7/02/2007

Check me out, hanging with the band. I'm the band leader realy, top dog you see. I've got a stick and you cant have it, its mine, chase me, you cant catch me. Awwwww Daddy took my stick away.  I want a treat and I know Mummy keeps them in her pocket so If i stay close mabey she will give me one, but she keeps mucking about with the big blue noisy stick, if I pull on this cable thing she will have to pay me attention. ooh what's that shiney thing? If I bark at it will it come and play?

21/02/2007

Wow how cool is this, I'm out to play with the band again. I like the drummer, he lets me stand on his leg, even when he is playing, dont like the one that howls all the time, he wont let me play in the kitchen. He He! I got his ball and he can't have it back. Mummy can though, I like her. When do I eat, soon, pleeeeease!

08/08/2007

It’s been ages since I was allowed to come out and play. I think it’s because the howley one is jealous of my beautiful singing. I miss the big man at the back who keeps hitting things. Its fun to help him when he taps his foot and I like to chew his sticks. Throw the stick, throw the stick!!!

This week they squashed us in a tiny room. I tried to sleep on Mummy’s foot but she wouldn’t stop moving it.  Found some yummy crumbs on the floor though……Mmmm – old twiglets!  The little one wasn’t there to practice with us, apparently he’s only a part timer.  I’d like to sniff out his new amp though.  I like the new man hitting things but it’s not the same – he didn’t understand how helpful I am. I made the effort to squash round to help him out, but he seemed to think he didn’t need me. I gave up in the end and went to sleep – I stayed close in case he changed his mind though.  Zzzzzzzzzz……