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 had to move out in the end. Mummy said I didn't have a choice: that wherever she goes I have to. I didn't think I'd like the new house at all but actually it can sometimes be fun. Like, when I went down the beach and played in the sea. I shouted and shouted for Uncle Ray to come in, too, but he wouldn't. He said it was because it was raining but I think it's because Auntie Ysabel wouldn't let him. I really like living with Uncle Ray. He's a lot of fun. He plays games with me and cuddles me. I think he likes me. When Auntie Ysabel went away for the night he sat on the sofa with me and cuddled me for ages.

I had an accident yesterday. When I was playing ball with Mummy I hurt my leg. It hurt a lot and really frightened me. And today Mummy hasn't taken me for a walk because she says I have to rest the leg. Boring. I might have to go to the vets on Monday with Grandma.

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Mummy says we're moving so I have to tell everyone I won't be able to blog until she sets up a new internet connection. What she doesn't know is that I'm staying here with Grandma and Granddad. I'm not moving anywhere...oh no I'm not...

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