Not that I wasn't behaving before. I mean, if it's on the floor, it's mine, right? So if Mum puts a rug on the floor then she should expect me to scratch it and chew it. It's what i do. Just like if anything goes in the recycling bins they're mine. Mmm, I had a lovely Pedigree beer tin yesterday. Peach tins are okay for a lick but not so nice and chewy as beer cans. And sardine tins, mmmmmm.
Cereal boxes aren't so tasty but they're good fun to shred. And yogurt pots, if I can get one, are okay but once I've licked it clean and nibbled it, it gets a bit boring. Nothing like a beer can, which is the best chewy. I heard mum say that there is rugby on next weekend: that means I'll get lots of beer cans! (Did you like the way I used a colon there? Mum is very insistent on me using proper punctuation.)
I met Major in the woods yesterday. He's my friend. I saw him before mum did and I ran to meet him. But he's mad! He's just like my cousin, Holly. He leaps off the side of banks to get sticks from the river. I am more sensible and I find a way down the side. Best of all, I wait for Major to get the stick and then I take it off him. He growls at me when I do that but I know he's only playing.
Lots of my doggy friends growl at me when I try to play with them. I don't know why; I never growl at them. You'd think everybody would want to have fun with me.
I'm getting bored with blogging now. It must be time for mum to take me for walkies soon. Ooh, I can see mum's slipper under the desk. Oooh, I'd better get it. My teeth are starting to itch again.
I'll ask mum to put a photo of me on so you can see what a good-looking boy I am. (I just asked mum and she said I couldn't say I was handsome. 'Why not?' 'Because it's boastful.' 'But I am handsome.')