Hey, this is Poppy, struggling to type as proffessionally as I can with these stupid paws. Honestly, this keyboard's about as useful as a hose in a hosepipe ban. Still, Sunday's one of my good days... daddy takes me into the bookies, where I can trot around, contently sniffing people's backsides, getting the occasional biscuit off the nice fat lady who works there, and have a good look at that abnormally large bird poo on the wall. Yeah, Sundays are good... shame I'm denied sundaes though. Who does that snivelling kid think he is, anyway? Flashing his knickerbocker glory around like that (no jokes please).
Still, life's even better when I get home. Daddy usually has a couple of beers and forgets he's already made me three dinners today. Mummy light's the fire for me (I just can't understand how to work those matches!), my brother will put the blanket over me when I lie down on my own personal beanbag (everyone forgets that it was actually my brother's, and he paid £19.99 for it- they're all wrapped right around my little fi- paw) and my sister turns that racket classical music off for me. Yeah, this family isn't bad. Ugly brats though. They don't have a tail or at all as much hair as me, I can outrun them all, and I can bark much more impressively than they can. Can't believe I'm from the same family- they're so embarressing. And the things they do to for "entertainment"- and I use that word loosely...
My brother, for one, sits down at this computer I'm using right now. This computer is the only way I can get my feelings across to people- nobody seems to understand my language. But my brother preffers to shoot another alien than right down creative things- his IQ can hardly be higher than the bird poo I mentioned earlier.
My sister enjoys listening to Radio 1. My daddy likes watching old war movies. Mummy likes reading. Honestly, give me a walk around the countryside anyday.
Sorry about this extra long blog... and I apologise to my paws too, they're killing me. You know I've been standing on my legs for 4 hours, typing each stupid letter one at a time? Still, this is my first blog, and I wanted to give you an idea of what being a dog is like... apparently, some intellectually higher humans than my brother also do these "blogs".
Anyway, stay tuned for more tales (unintended pun) from the soon-to-be-made-famous dog, Poppy! And when I mean famous, I mean wealthy too- I'll be able to buy as many squeaky pork chop toys as I want...
Smell you later (literally, if you'll let me)! Woof!
