Ruff and tough

Since that Zeggy came I've only had a box for a bed. Shameful!

And my only food is puffed corn packaging. It was rather tasty!

I'm still your favourite?

Why you got the camera out? You're taking photos of me eh? Your favourite, me me me me. Look, you don't need to take photos of anyone else. They're bad dogs. Like Zeggy. Do you know what hes done?Look! He's dug a hole. I reckon he's trying to dig back to Australia. He's a bad Zeggy. Punish him!

Well, where do I start?

What a busy couple of days we've had. It started really early yesterday when I was thrown into the shower for a quick wash and polish. I damn near froze! Then we all packed ourselves in the ute for a long trip.

We went to Wellington and stayed with Maris and Ngarimu and a strange foreign puppy called Zeeggy. I think that's how it's spelt. That's what it sounds like when he says it.

That afternoon we all went to the beach and I played and played and played with Maris. We played with this stick. Then I had a burn around on my own to blow out the cobwebs:

Unlike spethial Holly I can be trusted to be off the lead to come back. We all had great fun.

Then today it was time for a dog show. And Guess what?

Champion! Finally I have got there.

Then it was time to come home. We had taken Ziggy to the shows with us because Louise was coming later. When we left Ziggy was still in the ute with use. Oh no Sue had forgotten he was there and driven off with him. I tried yelling and screaming. Sue Sue! STOP! She didn;t stop till we got home.

Well, it turns out that Ziggy isn't Louise's. He's ours. Chino's not a happy camper. And neither am I. I'm the baby!

Why oh why?

A new bedroom has appeared next to mine in the lounge. It's empty at present but has been all cleaned. So's mine and Holly's. They stink like cleaner. Our blankies have been washed and are hanging in front of the fire drying.

I guess Chino has been kicked off the bed for some infraction, certainly won't be for Aura.

What is going on around this place?