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 tried to tell Mummy that I wanted to sit on the sofa but she wouldn't move. I sat on her, nudged her, smacked her with my paw and she still didn't get out of the way for me. Sometimes Mummy just doesn't understand.

I keep eating shit - and I get a row for it. That's partly why I do it. I love having a row. It makes me laugh.

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Today, Auntie Ysabel joined Mummy in grooming me! I hated it! I hate, hate, HATE being brushed. I didn't think Auntie Ysabel would ever groom me but today she did. I was so upset. But when she gave me a tickle all over I felt better and decided to forgive her.

They then made me pose for pictures. Here is one of me and Mummy:



I hope I don't ever get brushed ever again!

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Mummy and Granddad took me down to see Grandma at the vets today. I thought I was going somewhere fun but when we arrived I got really scared. I had an accident on the floor, but no one shouted at me.

Mummy and Granddad went home and I had to stay with Grandma. She injected me and I went to sleep for a while and when I woke up my ears hurt a lot (apparently she cleaned them and pulled all of the hair out of them). I felt very sad but not as afraid as I had when I'd first arrived. Grandma spoilt me and I was a good girl and didn't bark - not even once.

I went home in Grandma's car and when I got back Mummy and Auntie Ysabel rushed outside to see me. But my legs were wobbly and my head was still fuzzy. I slept all evening but my legs are still wobbly and I still feel really tired.

I didn't like today. I hope I feel better soon.

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I've been sleeping all day today. I've been a bit cheeky by lying in the doorway so everyone's falling over me - hee, hee. I'm so tired because Mummy took me for a walk today that was so long. A creepy man stalked us all the way home so Mummy made us walk really fast. I was so tired. Silly Mummy. I wished Auntie Ysabel had come with us but she's poorly so stayed at home. So I had to listen to Mummy talking all the time. I wished she'd shut up by the end.

I'm going back to sleep now.

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