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 shouldn't admit to this because Mummy won't let me hear the end of it, but I quite like the tablets I'm taking. I don't like how they taste but they make me feel really good. I've been running around and around playing with Sweepie and Uncle Ray. And when Wednesday came over to visit I played with her, as well. I love going for a walk and running around the grassy banks. I just need to persuade Mummy to turn away long enough for me to jump in the pond with the ducks!

This morning I was so cheeky. Because I wanted my breakfast early and Auntie Ysabel wouldn't give it to me, I threw up in the backroom. I thought she'd have to clean it up but when she found it she woke my mother up and she had to clean it instead. She's so stupid sometimes, though, because she thinks I might be poorly even though there's nothing wrong with me. Ahh, my Mummy is so gullible.

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I spent Valentines Day in the vets. Mummy sent me off with Grandma and Sweepie in the morning. I had no idea where I was going. I didn't want to get in the car in case it was something bad, but Mummy made me go.

I was right to be scared.

At the vets, Grandma gave me an injection and I got really sleepy. The next thing I knew I was awake and had very sore ears and a stupid new hair-cut on my nose. Apparently Grandma had cut the matts out of my hair that the groomers hadn't done properly. And then I got some bad news.

I have DDD - a crumbling spine and a heart murmur. Obviously I was very upset by the news and had to eat every piece of food I could find to help to steady my nerves. I came home with a bag full of pills that I now have to take for the rest of my life. I have told Mummy it must be her fault, although I think Grandma might have had something to do with it too.

Sweepie has been ill, too, but I don't think she's as bad as I am. At least she'll feel better in a few days whereas I have to live with having diseases. I haven't been able to have a proper walk in days! And today I had to go to the groomers. I told them all about what's wrong with me. I think they blame Mummy too.

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