My Mummy is sorry

she hasn't been updating for a while.



You see she's been sulking a bit. We've (I've) been going to shows over the last month and I've been a really good boy and strutted my stuff, pretty well if you ask me. But I only got two Reserves for the efforts and Mum's been whining that everyone knows who the Muppet is and everyone but everyone is talking about the Muppet but no-one wants to recognise that Muppetry is working its Magic and giving those all important prizes in Tibetan Terrier classes.



Something had to change though. We went to Ringcraft this week and it was Match night. At Match night I compete against all the other dogs there to see who is nicest. No-one's recognised the Muppet is up till now, and I came home with a nice yellow rosette for 3rd place in Puppy class. Mum started smiling again.



Then we went to an Open show today. I had to enter Junior class because there weren't any puppy classes but the other two dogs competing against me were similar age to me anyway, so that was OK.



And guess what? Muppetry Magic is working. I won First in Junior, then went on to a stonking great victory at the end with Best of Breed AND Best Puppy. Sadly the magic got tired by the time the two group classes came round and we didn't get any further. It was ok though apparently because I got a point for my first win, which Mum says counts a lot.



On the way home, I got a flapjack. Mum's flapjack. Then we stopped at the pet shop. And I got a sausage. Then we got home to tell Cassie & Meg how clever their brother is. And I got a chewy bone. And cuddles. Something tells me Mum might have stopped sulking.



Oh oh oh oh!! I almost forgot!!!! I can wee up trees!! Apparently "cocking" my leg is something that Mum has been waiting for for a while now - dunno what she was on about, the nice big oak tree smelt nice and I wee'd up it. Mum kept embarrassing me by telling me what a good boy I was. This must be a good thing, right?

It is important to meet and greet all clients

Naturally, when one is the office pet, it is important for me to sit in reception, (on the reception chairs, of course, no floor is suitable for one so important as the Muppet), and wait for one's clients to arrive. Even when no clients are meant to arrive, it is still important for me to sit in reception, in case someone might want to visit, you just never know. When I am not sitting by the biscuit tin, this is my second favourite place to sit. I would look a little more important without the space helmet around my head but my sore eye is still ouchy and Mum won't remove it. Nevertheless, I am sure you can see just how important being the office pet truly is.

Things went from bad... to good to oh my god.

It started out with Friday night. Friday night is ringcraft night. But I was in a mood and I didn't care that I had a show on Saturday. And Sunday. I was in a mood. I didn't stand. I didn't look good in the match we had and I wouldn't stand for the nice photographer. I was in a bad mood.

Saturday came and went and Mum was dispairing. The show we went to was at a horsey type place. I got dirty. I came fourth. Of four. I was in a mood. We aren't allowed to mention it again. Then, I decided my eye itched. And I was still in a mood. So I itched my eye. Mum pulled me out of the show on Sunday on account of both. Good job really.

Can you see how red and swollen my itchy eye is? We went to the vet. The nasty vet man gave me some ouchy cream and a helmet for my head. I am not impressed, I am knocking into things and I can't go out the dog flap. I whinge. I am in a bad mood.

But before that, on Sunday because we didn't go to the show we went to a new park with cousin Jimmy. Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy. I started out clean.
Thomas ran after me and I ran and ran and ran and ran.

Into the pond.

Then I ran after the ball with Jimmy when he stole it from Thomas.

I ran so hard my fur flew everywhere and people laughed at the "scruffy dog"

Eventually I took a rest. I kept my tail white. Mum said Oh My God a lot but I don't know why. Mud is good for the skin, she tells me when she cakes hers in wierd stuff.

She got revenge though. Because she said the show we went to was so dirty, Mum said that I needed protection from the mud for future shows. Look what she did to me!!! (Cindy - please turn away. You do not need to see me dressed in an all-in-one-rainsuit, believe me). Humiliation does not describe my shame. I am in a very very very very bad mood.