Well I’ve been at my new home for a few days now and I’m getting things under control – don’t know how they managed before I arrived.

Good journey ‘home’ - just sat and took everything in and didn’t make a sound. I’ve checked out every corner of the downstairs of my new home and as they go, it’s not a bad kennel. I’m not allowed upstairs and I was told I was a good girl the other day because I didn’t follow someone upstairs – why would I want to do that when I had the kitchen sofa to myself! I’m having a bit of a battle over the sofa at the moment ‘cause I think I should be allowed on it but they have different ideas. Reckon they might win that one. I’ve had one victory though. I had to sort out a pig ornament in the living room when I first arrived - it kept giving me odd looks so we had a staring competition and I won. I also won the competition with its relation in the garden. It’s all sorted now though - they know I’m boss.

Got told I was a good girl for not making a fuss on my first night, so decided to have a little moan each night before I settle down, but it’s not worth keeping up for long as nobody comes to see what’s wrong. (I think I heard them laughing at my voice – cheek!) Might just as well snuggle down in my nice comfy padded basket. (Haven’t chewed it yet, may save that for a later date.)

I’ve got a couple of new hobbies – cooking and gardening. I don’t actually do the cooking - I’m Chief Supervisor. As soon as I arrived I knew exactly what to do – sit next to the cook and watch like a hawk. Not sure I appreciate their tastes though – they’ve given me bits of cucumber and raw veg which I’ve eaten just to be polite, but not really to my taste, Apparently they’re ‘not fattening’ - as if I care! You didn’t tell me they were vegetarians! And gardening. I’ve surveyed every nook and cranny, paying particular attention to the borders, which can only be fully appreciated by getting right into them. The lawn is useful for speed testing, when I get the urge to race off at top speed – just because I can, but I have to wait ‘till everyone’s busy otherwise they freak!

There’s something strange in the garden though. It’s a wooden box with two things inside that look like stones but smell funny and move slowly – think they’re called tortoises. I spend ages staring and sniffing at them, but to get a really good view I have to stand on their roof and look down, Don’t know why, but when I do that I hear the words ‘Buffy, No’. I also like insects, especially flies. I stalk them. I spend ages just staring at them, gradually creeping up like a cat, but by the time I’m ready to pounce, they fly off.

Getting to know the village (what there is of it) and the walks. I want to go everywhere at top speed but ‘they’ keep slowing me down and making me take little rests. My nose is working overtime taking in all the new smells. And I’ve made a new friend, Archie, the young Cocker Spaniel from next door. He’s great and I can’t wait to see him again!

I keep being told that I’m a good girl because I haven’t had any accidents (well, apart from the small puddle when I first arrived, but I was excited!) or chewed anything. I don’t know what they’re talking about, I wouldn’t do something like that. They must have me confused with another dog.

Sorry, must go now, time for a sleep on the living room rug. (Oh yeah, I’m feeling fine!)

Love and licks to everyone.

Buffy
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