This is Lola, she is my mum and lives with the small people, my human visits often and comes back smelling of her, they are still missing Frankie, my brother. I have the same lighter patch around my mouth, I am the closest in the litter to looking like her.
I can just about fit into my spot here, I'm tucked behind the sofa, I can still see all of our garden.
The nicer weather she promised me has arrived, not everyday, so I am outside more often, I love the garden.
I have been climbing on the fence beside the messy garden, there are lots to watch, a fox lays on the summerhouse roof at the bottom, he is big and watches me, she has shouted at the fox twice as it started to move towards me. She tells me to stay away, I do like to watch everything, I an very nosey, she watches me when I'm on this fence. I don't climb on the other fence, the nice ladies big dogs bark at me.
I now leave the garden, always over our back fence, there is nothing scary there, I'm never gone for long, she was threatening to pop a camera on my collar.
I was very unhappy when they put me in my carrier earlier in the month, I thought I was going to the cattery, I like Jackie, but I don't like staying in a cage for so long. They took me to the vets, after a wait sat close to too many dogs, I was let out my carrier, the vet said my weight was good, she listened to my heart and lungs and gave me a jab, last time I was here I got a treat, maybe this time she forgot, they gave me treats once I got home as apparently I passed with flying colours. Ask Janice at Jabblog, if you want to know what that means, she has done some great post about such sayings.
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