Wednesday 7th February 2007

Poor McKenzie had her pups by the long word I can’t spell. She is a bit down at the moment as two of the four didn’t make it and her poor mistress is having to hand rear the other two. McKenzie is off her food too which can’t be good. The two surviving puppies do look really cute and I can’t wait until I get the chance to go and meet them, although it won’t be for a few weeks.

My mistress has a cold so she is being really boring and not wanting to play. I have had to resort to barking at the hail and watching the world out of the window. She went all weird on me earlier and put a piece of plastic round my neck which had marks all along it. She said it was a tape measure and she was measuring me for a new collar. I brightened up and asked if I was getting one with diamonds at last but disappointingly, it is simply a new training head collar because I keep getting my head out of the one I’ve got. Why is it whenever I work out how to be naughty she finds a way to stop me! On the bright side I will get more walks if it is easier for other people to take me out so I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I could just learn not to chase vans and not to pull but somehow I don’t think I am going to get the message on either of those any time soon. It will be so much better when they stop shooting in our woods and I can run around off the lead again, I so miss jumping over all the streams and playing hide and seek with my mistress. I wonder when the shooting season finishes.