My new adventure started this time last year...

Here I am with my brothers and sisters in Lincolnshire when I was only a few weeks old. Can you tell which one is me?

Mum & Dad came to see me a few weeks later...

Here I'm with my new Mum

And with a proud Dad - and wasn't I gorgeous?

I moved into my new home in St.Neots at 8 weeks old and here I am only a few hours after ariving, on my new vet-bed with my new toys - why is it all the photos show me asleep??

Here are some images from last summer...

These were taken in June so I was only 4 months old.

Dad throws my frisbee - off I go...

Even though it's nearly as big as me - I fetch it!

We have visitors, my Dad's Sister and family. I love all the attention and they've bought me a new toy too.

Here I am with Olivia, My Dad's niece and my new toy, a squeaky pink wubba

And with Charlie, My Dad's nephew who wants to teach me to jump!

Can't believe how small I look here - note the fence around the pond. Dad says that when I'm older he will take it down but that's a few months off yet.

It's all too much and after being the centre of attention all day I'm pooped so opt for a snooze with my new toy close-by

My first holiday

In October, I stayed for a week with my Aunt Alice (English Springer Spaniel) and Aunt Tia (Labrador Retriever) and their live-in companion, Sasha (Tabby cat). Mum came with me too as she was looking after all of us while her sister and brother-in-law went on holiday themselves. They have a lovely cottage with a large garden backing onto large open fields.

In the clip below, my aunts take me to one of their favourite walks. Plenty of areas to explore here...

My first ever visit to the pooch parlour

Bath time




















Not sure about this wet stuff, Carol!



















Hair dryer













The finished article and don't I look the biz?

At School

I go to the Barking Mad Dog Training School in Broom, Bedfordshire, every Wednesday afternoon. The Head Mistress is Lesley and my teacher is Kelly. She's very nice because she always has a happy sounding voice when I do things right.

Class begins with a short obedience session. This is my least favourite part of lessons because I'd much rather talk to my class mates when I walk past them than have to keep looking at Mum. (Well I haven't seen them for a week so what'd you expect?). Also, when you're this short the smells on the ground are so attractive. Don't tell Mum but I pretend I don't understand "heel" so that she gives me more treats to make me walk properly beside her (hee hee).

The next session is scent work. I like this because I can sniff out a toy (which Mum has rubbed with cheese but I mustn't tell teacher, she says) hidden under any cone or dish. And it's no good her hiding either because that black bag she has tied around her waist sends out a particularly cheesy/liver cakey smell for miles around (lovely!)

The next session is a bit of dog/owner bonding i.e. learn a trick or retrieve something. Mum has taught me a few tricks recently so the lesson before Halloween, teacher said we had to do "Trick or treat". Mum throws me a piece of biscuit and I have to catch it, but if I drop it I have to do a trick. Drop a biscuit...not a chance!

We then all have a short rest and a drink before the last session which is agility.

Although I'm not allowed to use some of the equipment until I'm older apparently, I can't help getting excited when I can go over the little jumps. And I have no fear of surfaces as I happily run up and along the dog planks and dart through the tunnel. But Mum, I do wish you would let me off the lead, or at least KEEP UP!

Here are some photos of my class mates, Robbie and Bailey...

and Poppy and Tia.

Robbie and I take a bit of a break. When you're not looking we'll have a bit of a natter.

Yesterday I 'twitched' an Eastern Crowned Warbler. My folks drove me to South Shields in County Durham and when we arrived it was pouring with rain. But this didn't stop me sitting in front of the crowd of men (mostly) alongside their telescopes staring at some bushes inside a quarry beside the sea.

Although I got soaked I kept very quiet (except on arrival when I saw 3 other dog 'twitchers') and then all the people started talking excitedly at once when they saw it appear in the sycamore tree. There was even a tv crew standing nearby but later, on the BBC news last night, I saw the Border Terrier twitcher, but not me! I was rather disappointed but then again I wasn't looking my best!

Dad tells me that the Eastern Crowned Warbler, which breeds in Siberia, is the first one for Britain.

Hello and welcome to my Dog Blog.

My owners have kindly allowed me to use their computer to tell you a bit about what I've been up to recently. I am such an intelligent girl because I'm only 7 months old and I can type! Here is a picture of me when I was smaller, to be precise it was taken in June.

On my blog I'll be keeping you up to date with the new experiences I've had and the new friends I've made. Please come back from time to time and see what I've been doing!