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 have a bad leg so I feel very sad. Grandma says it's because I'm getting older so Mummy can't walk me as far anymore. I hate that because I love my long walks. They think I might have a bad paw and that it'll get better but they're not hopeful. It looks like I have to cut my walks down and now I am very depressed.

Today everyone else was sad, too. And they watched the TV all day. Something bad happened in London. So Auntie Ysabel hugged me lots and I dragged her around the room to cheer her up.

The other day Derek came back to the house. I love Derek. He was plastering the kitchen floor so I wasn't allowed to go in and play with him. I then had to spend the night sleeping in the dining room instead of in my bed in the kitchen. I miss Derek. I wish he would come back.

I don't like today.

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