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 haven't had a walk since Monday morning!

Mummy won't get out of bed. Auntie Ysabel won't let me upstairs to get her up. And when I am allowed up I'm not allowed to get on the bed with Mummy. I don't know what silly game this is but I don't like it.

Poor Martha.

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Grandma and Granddad came home late Saturday night. I ran around the house excitedly, and went straight upstairs to get Auntie Ysabel out of bed. But she just shouted at me to go away.

Sunday morning I was able to bark loudly at Grandma to hurry up in the bathroom and come feed me already! without having a row - Mummy doesn't like me to bark in the mornings because she is boring and grumpy. But then it got boring for me because Grandma and Granddad took all the other dogs for a walk but not me because Grandma says I'm naughty and I hurt her back by pulling. I'm not naughty. I could have gone too if Mummy hadn't been in the shower!

And then Mummy was rude to me! She said - in front of Uncle Ray - that I smell! I told her she was embarrassing me but she wouldn't listen. She's always trying to make me look stupid. I'm trying to play a game with Uncle Ray. Every time he stands up I run away as if he's going to hit me. It's a fun game because then everyone asks me what I'm doing, and maybe one day Mummy or Auntie Ysabel will tell him off - even though he's done nothing wrong. Ha ha ha. I like playing silly games, especially when they get other people into trouble.

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Today it's raining, which means I won't go for a walk. I could blame Mummy but that wouldn't be true - it's me who doesn't like walking in the rain. But I did go out in the garden this morning to help Mummy get Chicken out of her coop, and then, when we came back inside the house - this is so funny - I shook all the rain off me and it went all over Mummy and Auntie Ysabel and they screamed. Oh it was funny. I did make myself laugh.

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Mummy is just getting worse and worse as the time goes by.

This weekend she tried to make Uncle Ray walk me when we went up the road. All because Mummy has to walk Fall Out Boy. I don't why she likes him so much at the moment. So I just acted up until Mummy had enough and put me on the lead and walked me herself, as my mother she should have been doing that already.

Then, to make up for going out all day Saturday, she bought me a guilt present. I knew she only got it for me because she was feeling bad about ignoring me so much, so I taught her a lesson and destroyed it. Sweepie had a new Nyla bone - I didn't - why not? And she got a present off her daddy. Auntie Ysabel won't let me play with them, too; she's almost as bad as my mother.

I can't wait for Grandma to come home so things can get back to normal again.

Labels: auntie ysabel, grandma, mummy, presents, routine, sweepie, uncle ray, walks

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I have a new friend. I hope he's going to become my uncle but I'm not sure if that will happen or not.

He's a new friend of Auntie Amber's and he came round here earlier in the week. I gave him a bottle as a present and then stood by his side and protected him from the Pugs. Because no one wants to fuss a Pug, do they? He said he liked me best.

I keep asking Mummy when he's going to come back but she doesn't know. She just tells me off 'cause I ask her why I don't have a daddy like Sweepie does. She doesn't understand.

I just hope the young boy comes back here again. Uncle Ray was so jealous that I had a new friend. It was very funny.

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Grandma isn't here - she's gone somewhere with Granddad, which I think is very selfish of her. She's left my Mummy in charge of all of us dogs... Well, I know how to handle Mummy but the Pugs don't.

She's changed all the routines, which I hate because I like my routine.

Fall Out Boy now goes for walks with me and Sweepie. He is strange on the walk. He's frightened of everything. And it's Mummy who has to walk him on his lead because Auntie Ysabel is walking Sweepie. But I think Auntie Ysabel should walk both Pugs because Mummy is mine.

Also what's different is that Mummy won't get up as early as Grandma does. So I have to wait another hour or two than normal to get my breakfast. And Mummy shouts a lot. I'm not allowed to be cheeky in the mornings and go outside barking with the Pugs - we all have a row if we do that.

It isn't fair! I miss Grandma.

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Poor, poor me: I feel very ill. I don't know what's the matter with me; I just feel sleepy and poorly. I was sleeping in my bed and then Mummy woke me up because she said Falls had gone to the toilet in the bed so I would smell bad. I don't care, though, I'm too poorly.

I'm going to try and sleep it off...

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