It would be fair to say my fringe is reaching new lengths. Mum is tempted to trim it, but Dad likes it long. I don’t mind either way, but I don’t appreciate the camera in my face trying to capture the moment. These are not my best looks ever, but it serves her right – I was sitting on Dad’s knee and she pointed the camera right at me. Rude!
Mum thinks I must have swallowed a brave pill. I have always been a *very* cautious little dog. Grandma used to say I was cautious because small dogs have to be extra careful.
Anyway, today I threw my toy and it landed on the windowsill behind Mum’s art desk. Normally I would yap and whine and chat until someone solved it for me. Not today. I hopped up onto the office chair, which I have never done before, onto the desk and grabbed the toy back for myself.
Mum and Dad aren’t sure if this is a good thing, or a really, really bad thing…
This is an older photo, of me trying to get my toy back after it landed on the china cabinet.