My name is Martha. I am a nine-year-old Old English Sheepdog who lives in South Wales. This year I moved house for the first time; I no longer live my grandparents and I miss them quite a lot. I have a heart murmur and a crumbling spine so I have to take lots of tablets, which make me feel young again.
I spend my days looking out of the front window watching people walk by, playing with plastic bottles, and teaching Sweepie about life. I love going down the beach and long walks when the weather's cool enough. I hate being brushed and I think I have my own unique style.
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HISTORY
HISTORY
I started this blog in December 2004 but had a break from it at the end of 2006. This was because my life had changed a lot after Madge, my Pug cousin, had babies and I helped her to raise them. I didn't think I'd want to blog again but now I want to share my new grown-up life, in my new home.
Thanks to my Auntie Ysabel who made me this website and who helps me to write in it. Blogger that helps manage the site. Photobucket that hosts any additional photos posted.
It's too f**king hot! I've told Mummy to turn the temperature down but she won't listen to me. Will someone please tell her for me?
I'm lying on Auntie Ysabel's bedroom floor and I'm so hot I feel like I'm going to pass out! And last night it was even hotter than this. I persuaded Mummy to take me for a walk at about 7:30pm but even then it was still too hot for me to really enjoy it. And now she won't let me sleep in my sandpit!
Today, while I was out walking, I met a dog. Mummy had just let me off the lead (she keeps me on the lead when we're walking to the path even though I know how to walk properly without a lead; I'm not a baby, am I?). I went up to the dog to say hello and it bit my nose!
That's the last time I'm nice to anyone. How nasty was he? I was only being friendly. Sweepie shouted at him for me. She's good at shouting.
Then when we got home Mummy and Auntie Ysabel chased me out of the house because they were cleaning. Oh I just don't know what to do with them both. It's too hot. I'm very grumpy. And Mr Giraffe has a broken neck! And Mummy - Mummy - says she's going to sew it back together. I don't think I'll see my Mr Giraffe again.
This is a video of me before I go for a walk. Mummy and Auntie Ysabel think it's funny because I sing to them before we leave. I don't think it's funny. I'm not singing, I'm shouting - at them, to hurry up!
It's my birthday today. I am ten years old, which is not old, no matter what my Mummy says!
I was given a silly rosette from Mummy and some cards, as well...
I also had a Tracker Bar to myself, which is my favourite treat. I know Mummy has more hidden somewhere because I can smell them. When she's not looking I'm going to climb up onto the worktop and have a look to see if I can find them.
It's my birthday this month. I am ten years old. As an early present Mummy bought me a cushion so that I can sit on it in the living-room so I can be comfortable. I wasn't that keen on it to start with but after Uncle Ray showed me that there weren't monsters living in it (I don't trust my Mummy), I decided to try it out.
It is very comfortable. I like to sit and watch people walk past the window, or just lie down on it and go to sleep. Sometimes I let Sweepie sleep on it, if Auntie Ysabel has been nasty to her and won't let her have a cuddle on the sofa. It cheers Sweepie up. A lot of the time I have to let Giraffe sleep on it. Giraffe is my baby. I carry him everywhere with me. Sometimes he's naughty and has to sleep outside as punishment but usually I let him have the cushion and I sleep on the floor. I am his mother; I have to put his needs first. Unlike my own Mummy...
This weekend I went out for a really long walk with Mummy, Sweepie, Auntie Ysabel & Uncle Ray. First of all they all sat on a blanket and ate food. They wouldn't give me any so I was a bit bored, especially because Mummy kept calling me back if I went even a few feet away from her. In the end Auntie Ysabel made me and Sweepie sit and do tricks for pieces of cheese. They were lovely but I wanted more and she wouldn't give me any.
Then we went down the beach. It was strange and misty down there. I couldn't find the sea to start with! But when I did it was really boggy and Mummy was furious when she saw the state on my legs. She whined at me all the way home; I thought it was so funny. At home, Uncle Ray put me in the bath for a wash. He held me while Mummy and Auntie Ysabel washed me. I enjoyed it a lot.
