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Mum says Meg knows

a) how to swim
b) how deep the new koi pond is
c) how to not look guilty even when she walks in the house looking like a drowned rat.

Muppet ISN'T in trouble!!

The Bonio plan from a few months back has worked!!!!

This is where we aren't allowed to be: and where Meg IS... you see that very naughty guilty looking black and white collie peering from behind the Acer tree?? We aren't allowed in that bottom bit of the garden without Mum present and we aren't allowed to be there to dig out plants, and we certainly aren't allowed to eat fish food from the pond or leap over the new pond to get to the bottom garden. It's all new, you see. And it isn't quite finished and so the new pond has lots of obstacles to stop doggy leaps into the bottom garden until it is finished.

Mum had her suspicions due to random poo's found in the bottom garden... yet an ever invisible dog had been leaving them there.

The obstacles don't seem to have worked.

Yes, that IS Meg leaping over the brand new Box trees on the back of the pond (yes that fence she's next to is actually six feet tall and she's on the wall next to it... making her about five feet in the air....)

Yes that is a very very guilty looking collie trying to work out how she is going to get out of this one without being banished from all treats for a month.

PS. I was in the lounge, playing with the catwithnofur thing.

*snort*

Gosh I did it again!

Well... there was me on Saturday, not really feeling like doing much. So, I spent a lot of the day cat chasing (naturally) and generally being a sod, Mum said. I got a BATH. AGAIN. I didn't want to be dried so I ran round the garden avoiding Mum and the fur brush. For hours. It took forever for her to catch me and the words "you're going to a Championship show" really didn't wash much favour with me and Mum declared there was no point going, particularly as she'd found the scratch on my eyelid that thecatwithnofurthing inflicted during a particularly hard fought game of tag.

Anyway after she decided I was truly horrid (haha!) we went to bed at a really stupidly early time. Something about a 4am wake up call... what?!!

Mum was right - at 4.30am we were in the car and went went somewhere a long long way away called Stafford which we got to at 8 o'clock in the morning! Yawn!

We parked in the car park and went into a huuuuge showground. They had dog stalls with bones and chews and all kinds of things... but we'll come back to that.

Inside a really big hall were all the dogs and I met up with a few of my Tibetan Terrier chums. No time for games though, Mum hauled me on the grooming table and set to work trying to get my coat nice and straight. She looked at the show entries and declared that we really weren't going to have a good day looking at my competition.

So, we waited for the boy Minor Puppies to do their bit and then we went in the ring and I strutted my stuff. Boy did I strut.

Ta Da! I only won Third place in Puppy Dog again!! That's yet another Crufts qualifying place - not that I need it now - but hey how cool is the Muppet?? That was against six dogs, so I did really well, Mum says.

We went back to the dog bone stall and I got two huuuuge hedgehog shaped chews to feast on yum yum yum.

Since we've been back home, I have reverted to previous behaviour without getting the blame. It was Cassie who came in from the garden and wagged her tail at Mum, who then spotted the two Croc shoes on the patio (furry insides turned inside out and soggy) and the single trainer shoe. I was too busy looking innocent for anyone to think it was me. *snort*

Never never never never utter a single word about this

There are times when a young puppy needs some lovin'

And there are times when a young puppy's hormones get a bit sort of jumbled.

And even worse, there are times when thecatwithnofurthing thinks I'm a flippin' blanket and sneaks under my paws for a snuggle and someone's Mother appears out of nowhere with a camera, inferring that there might be something far more sinister going on.

I did not snog thecatwithnofurthing.
I am not cuddling thecatwithnofurthing.
There is no affection at all, in any way, under any circumstances between me and thecatwithnofurthing.
My head is not rested gently on her stomach (oh the smooth, peachy fleshy stomach) nor is my paw carefully placed around her hips in a gentle hold (what hips on a cat). Nothing. Zilch. Zero.

It wasn't me, I wasn't there, I didn't do it.

Never ever ever suggest anything differently, OK?

What's all the fuss about?

Well, dear Muppeteers, Mum says I have to post.

Today we went to something called a Championship show. It's like the ordinary Open shows but more important, apparently. I went to one last week too but Mum won't let me mention how bad it was. So let's just concentrate on today, shall we.

Mum was muttering about me wiggling lots on the table at practice at ringcraft and by the time we got to this place called Coventry (I thought people got sent there for being naughty - did they see me at ringcraft?), where they were holding the Tibetan Terrier Breeders & Owners Club Championship Show. So, there were only us Tibetan Terriers. Lots of us. And goooood ones, Mum said. Stiff competition huh.

Apparently the Champ shows are important because at Championships you can qualify for something called Crufts which is the biggest and bestest dog show EVER. But to qualify you need to win a first, second or third place in some of the classes, and there is no way round that.

Please don't fall over in a faint now will you - but you are now reading the blog of a puppy heading for Crufts. Yes, Muppeteers, I won THIRD place in the Puppy class!! I also got Reserve in the Novice class against some dogs much bigger and more experienced than me, but it was the Puppy class that was the important one.... and my Mum grinned. And then a bit more, and a bit more, and the lady Barbara that looked after me when I was born grinned a lot and gave Mum a hug and they had a drink to toast my third place. And they grinned a bit more still!! Mum says she's dreamed of showing a dog at this Crufts place since she was tiny...

I got given a bone. That's a sure sign that I did alright... wonder when Mum will stop grinning?