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 have a Mummy who is a bit silly, an Auntie Ysabel who helps me make this site, a Cousin Sweepie who's a Pug, and, an Uncle Ray who I hope to marry one day.

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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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.

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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.

I went down the beach on Saturday night. I had to ride in the back of Ray's little car - I think even I'm bigger than the car! But the beach was fun. It was very misty. I ran straight down to the water and didn't get out for ages. I kept barking at Mummy to throw my toy but she was too busy swimming so I had to get Auntie Ysabel or Uncle Ray to play instead. But Uncle Ray kept playing with Sweepie who is too small to play in the sea. She's no fun. She doesn't come in very deep and then runs away when the waves come. She kept shaking and shivering, sometimes she's such a pug it's embarrassing.

Then, when I fell asleep on the car ride home, Mummy woke me up! I don't know why. Silly Mummy.

I want to go down the beach again but I'm still a bit tired after it so I'm not allowed to go again for a while.

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