I'm so special!

I won I won!

I won Baby Puppy Of Group today at a champion show! I got a HUGE sash and a plastic cup thing and some chocolate (Sue ate that).

Tomorrow I'll take some photos of me and my ribbon.

I'm so cute, just too cute.

Me, lounging on the couch. If I look really cute Sue is too soft to put me outside.

There's treasure down here somewhere! Come on Chino, if we dig out enough stuffing we'll find that mouldering old bone!

I went to a Ribbon Parade and won! I got Best Of Group and Baby Puppy Of Group! Here I am all tuckered out after the show with my two lovely ribbons.

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.

I went to my first show!

I had heaps of fun. Hannah and me got third in her junior handler heat.
Her she is making sure I don't grow any while I'm in the ring.

Here is me standing and looking pretty cool.

And here I am making a new friend. Pip owns Cloud, which is one of Aunty Aura's babies.

And I didn't get called Muriel once all day!

You're terrible, Muriel!

I have a new name. Muriel.
YUK!
Holly sniggers when ever Sue calls me it.

All I hear is

"You're terrible Muriel!"
I'm not bad!

How my leg got broke and other true tails.

This is the chair where it happened. Me and Holly where playing on the chair and I was up on this arm here.

As I stood up on the edge, Holly pushed me with her head. I fell about 80 cms to the floor. I landed on my right back leg and collapsed into a ball of screaming agony. Sue rushed me to the vets and the nice vet nurse took lots of special pictures of my leg and the vet looked at them and said that it was a green stick fracture. That means that its not broken all the way through.
It's all healed now and I get to play with the other dogs. Aunty Aura is such a pushover!

Lot's of photos of meeeeeee!

My foot. I reckon that if I push hard enough I could get out of here. Sad sad sad. Still locked up because of my silly leg.

But I think that if I wreck Sue's boots she won't be able to leave the house!

I'm a bad egg.

I don't know eggactly what that means, but it's always said with a smile and a pat on the head.

I get told I am a "bad egg" when I sprint out the door when I'm only meant to be walking slowly. I get told I'm a bad egg when I try to race Uncle Chino up and down the fence and when I climb the puppy pen panels to get out.

But my leg feels fine now! It hardly hurts at all!

Therapy

As Therapy Mouse said I should do some colouring in. I drew this picture of Holly. Quite a likeness isn't there.

Aaarrrrggghhh!

Get away from me, help, help, my leg, it hurts so much. Sue!!!

Holly pushed me off the chair. As I landed there was a horrible crack and the pain was sooo bad. I screamed! Sue picked me up and rushed me to the vets.

I had to have lots of xrays. My back leg is broken. I have to be locked in a cage for two weeks. The vet said it didn't need a cast or splint but I aren't allowed to run around at all.

I don't even want to move it hurts so much. I have huddled up with my mate Ducky. Sue is upset because I can't go to the dog shows she had booked me in for. She was hoping some ababy puppies of group.

A girl has to have some bling.

Little Faith got told she needs to wear some bands in her hair to keep it out of her eyes. Her mum refuses to put bands in her hair. So I had a go with some bits that my human nieces left behind (Sue must remember to give them back). Here I am trying out the punk look. Do I look cool? And here is me and Aunty Aura sharing a chair. She doesn't look too happy having to share.

Ducky, my very own toy!

I had to be so brave today. I had my last puppy vaccinations. The vet was really nice and called me cute and tried to smuggle me home. But Sue said no. I don't think I want to live at the vets house. She said I wouldn't be allowed to sleep on her bed like I do with Sue. She's a softy and if I act sad and sick she lets me snuggle with her. I got a cool quacking duck for my bravery.

Sue said for me not to leave it lying around. I was still playing with it when Aura tried to steal it away. I've seen pictures of what she does to toys and it's not going to happen to my ducky!


Here's my cool mum Mouse. She's Holly's mum too. When she was a baby she came all the way to NZ from Australia on a big plane. How cool is that! Mouse likes sleeping and eating.

Sometimes she's not so cool though. Here she is telling me off for being annoying. But I got her too.

I'm so perfect!

I get to go to dog training every week. This week a little girl trained me as Sue was busy taking the class. The girl was tough. She made me do all the right stuff like stand up and walk in a straight line. I was so tired that when I got home I could hardly eat my tea.

Today has been a holiday. I spent the day lazing around chewing on our communal bone. It's a bit yukky and old. And very stinky. But we all still have turns at chewing.

And guess what! I am currently in third place on the Butch Idol! I'm so cute!

Woof! Woof! Grrrrrrr!

I have my own blog Woof Woof Woof! Now I can tell you the truth about what happens here. Not my big sister Holly's version of the "truth". But the real truth!

My names Banderbear Of Sleek, or it will be once the kennel club get around to accepting me. You can call me Banderbear, or Bear. Not bandybear. NO! My name comes from the Edge Chronicles by Paul Stewart. Banderbears are big strong bear like creatures who live solitery lives. My brother Iorek Bryinson is a bear too. His name comes from "His dark materials" by Philip Pullman. I hope we live up to our names, expect in the size bit. We have to stay small.

I am the first Interbred Miniature Bull Terrier to be born and shown in New Zealand. I am very special. Not spethial like my big sister Holly. But SPECIAL. It's very different.