I'm not a genetic mutant!

Cause I'm a cross bred. hehehe. Not like the rest here. According to that programme on Sunday, all pedigree dogs are genetic mutants. Lucky my daddy's not a mini like my mum. Sue thought the vet at Massey University should have mentioned the money that responsible breeders spend there, using their specialist equipment to clear us of genetic disease before breeding. I think she is going to ask for a LARGE discount next time. They sure know how to charge that's for sure.

Anyway, it's going to be a while before I go there as I am too young to have babies.

I have been so good lately except for this morning when I made a puddle on the lino. Sorry about that but the door was shut and Sue was busy getting ready to go out. When a girls gotta go, a girl has to go.

Anyway, having been so good I have been allowed to sleep on the bed with Sue. It's cool! So warm and soft. And you can snuggle right down into the fluffy duvet and get all yummy and warm. I tell you that it's hard to get up in the morning and go outside to the cold grass.

I still love ya Uncle Chino. Even if you are in the dog box for eating that yummy bread. You could have given me a taste.