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.

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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Mummy is still being naughty on the walks. At least today she only put me on the lead when we turned back towards home. She's so grumpy.

I had a row with Uncle Ray last night. He is grumpy, too. I gave him dirty looks all night to make him feel bad and then told Mummy that he was picking on me. She didn't believe me, though. I also stole Granddad's seat on the sofa, but he wouldn't let me keep it so I had to sit on the floor.

It's not been a very good weekend for me.

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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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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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I'm not frightened of cows. I don't know why Mummy and Auntie Ysabel tell people that I am. They even say that I told Sweepie to be frightened of them, which I didn't. Sweepie doesn't like cows all on her own. Just because I don't like cows doesn't mean I'm frightened of them. And I didn't tell Sweepie to bark at them, either.

Grandma and Granddad have built a new shed in the garden. I think it's a shed for me really. It's nice and spacious and lets in just the right amount of air to keep me cool. I really like it. I think once Granddad has painted it I might move in. I think it's only fair been as the chicken is allowed to go in there whenever she wants. I'm older than the chicken and am much nicer than her. It'll be somewhere quiet for me to have some peace and quiet from everyone here.

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