I was born the biggest of three pups into a very nice home. My mummy and daddy came to visit and took a shine to me straight away. They visited me regulalry and even took me out in their car. I went home with them when I was 10 weeks old.
My daddy had to go away for work on my first week with my new family, but it was okay as it meant that it was just me and my new mummy. She spoilt me and cuddled me and made me feel part of the family from day one.
Once I had had my vaccinations I was taken out for many walks every day. It was the start of a great adventure. SO many new smells and big things that they call horses. Scary. Mummy and daddy took me to the parks and let me run off of my lead. But they got worried and told me off because I found more interesting things to sniff and look at. I am now only trusted in certain places where I can't get too distracted. Boring.
Then came a new member of the family, a baby boy. I wasn't sure of him at first, but I have grown to like him. He plays with me and I occasionally let him lie in my bed. But I can't get in his bed though?? Mummy and daddy say that we will grow up to be close friends together. In the meantime they say that I have the patience of a saint (whatever that means). They usually say it after the little one has sat in my water bowl or tried to kiss me! I don't mind because I can lick his ears when he kisses me!!
