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 keeps trying to make me play with the puppies. But she doesn't understand that they're too young for me to play with yet. Madge would shout at me - and I don't want that!

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I'm having trouble with Mummy again - she just won't stop showing off!

When we went for the walk yesterday she kept me on the lead for ages when she knows how much I like to take myself for a walk. When she did finally let me off the lead, she put me straight back on it! Does anyone else have trouble with their mothers like this? After a little longer she let me off the lead again. I had a bad leg by then. A bad leg because I hate walking on the lead. Mummy said I was lying, that I'd hurt my leg by tripping over, but that's a lie. She made it bad by making me walk on the lead for so long.

I hope she behaves herself today.

I have added a new link - Pioden. It's for Auntie Ysabel to post pictures and news about Madge and her puppies (when they're born). The blog won't be as good as mine, of course!

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I'm very annoyed at the moment. Everyone's getting on my nerves.

It's raining all the time, which means I can't go for a walk; Mummy is always on the computer; Uncle Ray doesn't play games with me anymore; and Auntie Ysabel is always out. Now Madge has come into season, as well, which always confuses me because everything feels different and I don't really understand why. So I've been arguing with all the dogs and then having a row off Mummy or Grandma for being so grumpy and naughty.

I don't like this week at all.

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