Up The Farway Tree

Hello, this is Seb. Mummy says I can have 10minutes on the computer, but then its my bedtime. I wanted to write my own message to Daisy and Minnie. I have to agree with you both about the horse poo. It is the best thing since sliced bread. In fact I even prefer it to pigs ears. Not only do I like to roll in it, but its also rather yummy. Papa D nearly had a fit when he saw me munching on it, and he tried to grab it from my mouth. I mean, calm down, its not like I was eating dog poo!

I must say its great being back with my mummy. I don't quite know what's come over her but she keeps taking me out for walks. I think maybe she has been taking drugs of some kind or she has had a stroke. Something must be affecting her brain. Not that I am complaining of course because I do love going on my walkies. She does seem to get annoyed when I stop to sniff things and she tries to pull me on. I just dig my heels in and throw her a look. I mean, is a dog now allowed a wee sniff? She also gets annoyed when I stop to pee on everyone's wheely bin but personally I don't know what the big deal is.

I am really enjoying having my own garden again. When I came home I went outside to tell everyone I was home but then my mummy told me 'that's enough!' and made me come inside again. She is such a spoil sport. To get her back I have started to scratch the back door pretending I want in, and when she comes to open it I just sit on the step and stare in the opposite direction. it drives her mad! She says silly things like 'i will count to 3!' and then she shuts the door again. I just wait until she sits down and then I scratch the door again - it seems to really wind her up but I think its so funny. I tried doing it to Granny T but she just told me to 'get in!' and I was too scared to do otherwise. She is quite strict.

I will have to go now because mummy says my ten minutes are up now and she wants to check her emails. I think maybe I need an email address. In fact I think I need my own blog then I can really start telling you some stories ....