Cat picture frame.

Mum and Dad went to the charity shop for some books and got this picture for free because they take all there read books back, I've now set them a challenge to find a doggy picture BOL

My Life Story part 4. By Sheba the dog.

I forgot to tell you a story about Oscar our cat in my last update.

When ever my Dad took me for a walk & oscar was outside close enough to see us. He would run after after us & join in up to the end of the road. It was funny seeing him running between my Dad's legs trying to trip him up.

If he wasn't doing that he was running through the front gardens  jumping over the garden walls. It used to wind me up that i couldn't join in with him, to practise my agility. But my Dad always kept me on a lead so i couldn't run off how cruel was that, i think it would of been fun especially seeing the look on peoples faces. I don't think he would like it especially if Mum kept him on a short leash to stop him going to the pub for a quick pint of guinness. Oops maybe i shouldn't of said that in case Mum reads this & Dad gets into trouble.

I'm sure Oscar used to think he was a dog whenever they walked up to the local shops he would follow them & wait at the top of the road for them coming back. Or if they were going out in the car he would kick up a fuss until they walked around the block with him.

I used to make up for it when we got to the park though & i was let loose & could run like the wind. I used to like it in Winter & the park was waterlogged so i could play in the puddles, i used to like running into them & lowering myself down so my belly touched the water, my Dad used to say it looked like i was water skiing. Clean water is no good it had to be dirty I'm a bit of a water babe & not safe around water i love it that much. It doesn't matter if it's a lake, river, canal or a ditch full of stagnant water i will be in it. If i was human i would probably be classed as a tomboy.

Here's just a couple of me enjoying a paddle took last year.

My Dad just got me this nice new bowl for outside on the patio.. I don't know whether it's because I've been a good girl or because Mum wanted the casserole dish back that he's been using.

My Life Story. By Sheba the dog.

Right then where do i start. I suppose a little introduction about my self will be a good start.

I'm a 3 year old Dogue de Bordeaux X Rottweiler. AKA gentle giant, well that's what they call me to my face any way.

I live in Southport, Merseyside UK.  With my Mum & Dad who i refer to as my Servants, Well they are I've never cooked a meal in my life, it's always prepared for me, put in my bowl & placed on the floor for me. My bed always gets made & washed for me. If we go for days out or on holiday my Dad always does the driving how cool is that it's just like having my own personal chauffeur. And every time i do my business there always there with the poo bags. I've got to admit it I've got them well trained.

Now you know where the saying comes from it's a dogs life, and i wouldn't have it any other way.

And last but not least my Brother Cody, he's a cat you know. He's not a bad lad but forgot to read the script, someone forgot to tell him cats are supposed to be scared of dogs. He's a hard faced so & so & wont move for me. I love him to bits really but don't tell anyone it wont do my street cred any good.

He's learning quick though & also got the servants wrapped around his little paw.

Well this should of been started 3 years ago when i was still a pup. But my Dad kept putting it off in favour of other stuff like DIY which reminds me he still hasn't built that kennel for me or the cat run for Cody how selfish is that. He's going to be an indoor cat so as to avoid any accidents.

Well seeing as i can't get the staff nowadays, i thought i would have ago at this blogging lark my self. How hard can it be.

Cody our cat.

Cody. Our Maine Coon cross.