Bow wow, bloody bow wow!

I have not been around very long but thanks to Murphy (Iron Jaws of Destiny) I haven't made too many mistakes in my short but interesting life!

Almost 12 human months ( or 7 dog years) ago I was born by my mother "Jewel of the Southern Sky" along with my seven litter mates. Because there were so many of us, some of us were destined to be distributed to loving, but deserving pets. One Friday afternoon, I was playing with my brother in a temporary pets shop, when a Woman walked through the door and began to play with us. I immediately signalled to her that I would not disapprove of going home with her and being her Master, but to my surprise, after a short while she left.

The next morning, She had returned, along with another pet (male) and another Master!! I introduced myself to this large, grey/black Master who informed me that she would not be too upset in sharing her Master duties with me, if the pets were agreeable. Little did I know that I would be going home with the Famous (or around these parts, infamous) "Iron Jaws of Destiny", alias Murphy in human tongue!! Even I at only 6 weeks of age had heard of her exploits in shoe destruction, bed warming and landscape gardening!

At my new home, we were sent outside to explore our Kingdom and the first photo opportunity arose. Being a fluffy white/brown Maltese Shih Tzu cross I had been told by my parents that this would be a common occurrence so I was not afraid of the suddenly bright light and strange noises my new pets made. Thankfully, Murphy (IJOD) was there to help me through all of this. That night, I was sent to sleep, not on the bed as I had been led to believe, but in a Cold, Dark Laundry!! How embarrassing!

This was the situation for only a few days by which time, Murphy had encouraged our pets to let me sleep in their room with them. It was much cosier and more fun as I got to jump on the bed and stick my cold, wet nose in some interesting places to signal to my pets that it was now time to get out of bed and feed me. (eating is my life)

Food, ah sweet, sweet food. I have sampled many sorts, from the simple canned variety through to that most blessed of foods, CHOCOLATE. I would walk a million miles on my back legs for just a taste of wondrous chocky, but those dratted pets of mine will only give it to me on special occasions. I have tried to tell them that every day is a special occasion, but do they listen to me?? No!

I have also been given a degrading nick name, Bubblebutt also referenced to as Bubble. How shameful! Is it MY FAULT that certain canned puppy foods have an upsetting action upon my digestive system? Gas must be relieved or else the paws will no longer touch the ground and then where would you be?

I have become accustomed to travelling Ta-Ta's in the car and indeed it is most enjoyable to sit on my pets lap in the front and have the wind blow gently in my face. The sights! The sounds! The new foods to eat! What more could there be?

I have been threatened with schooling, indeed Murphy (IJOD) has told me that it is not as unpleasant as I had been led to believe, but it will have to wait until after the birth of our newest pet. The impending birth seems to have made one of our pets short tempered and absent minded during the last few weeks, but I hope that she will whelp soon.

Murphy may think the Universe revolves around her but we all know the truth don't we?

Next time you visit, don't forget the chocolate or I may get cranky!