Just Dad, Spike and me here at the moment.
I recognised the signs – clothes going into bags, but no leads, beds, toys or dog food 😦
It’s okay helping Dad, but I do wish she’d taken me with her.
And I’m ten months old today and she’s not here to take my picture.
Starfish!
There were thousands of these orange stars along the beach yesterday, when Mum took Spike and me there for a run.
Mum was surprised to see so many, so she took Dad to see them today.
He also found lots of crabs.
The Starfish didn’t interest Spike and me at all – except for getting us two trips to the beach in two days 😀
My punishment was harsh.
First, at the vet’s house I was stung on my shoulders, in spite of waggling my whole self and aiming a big kiss at her nose.
Then I was locked in a cell, with only paper towels on the floor.
I felt very sick and was very sick 😦
Next, Mum held me while the vet squirted some thick black gunge down my throat.
At home later, Dad tried to hold me while Mum pushed the squirty tube in my mouth like the vet did, but I knew what was coming and got the better of them. (It did look tasty when they put it in my dish though, so I lapped it all up.)
Now, it’s way past my tea time, but no one has fed me 😦
My crime was small.
Mum had made Dad a big chocolate cake.
It was right at the back of the work surface, but I’ve learned how to reach things with my outstretched paw and drag them into eating-range and I thought I would just try a little bit.
It was so tasty.
I couldn’t help myself.
I didn’t leave any for Dad 😳
Mum thought you might like to read this about Rachel, who looked after me when I was a very small puppy.
There’s a nice video of her too 😀
Amos 
