Flying things must die!

Today I'm happy... it's not cold, I just finished my breakfast and life is great! I think I'm going to sit in the sun and watch those small flying-things!! I used to catch those things when I was younger and faster! I liked leaving them on my people's beds as a surprise to show them how useful I am to have around, those flying-things are noisy and come into our home space where they don't belong! They never saw me coming...

What a good boy I am! My people used to make loud, squeaky sounds everytime they found one of my dead flying-thing presents... it felt good to be appreciated! Of course since I got slower, I have other uses (I alert them whenever somebody comes within a fifty foot radius of our gate!!)... I so I'm definitely still appreciated!

Public Enemy #1

Home Defender/Champion/Saviour

My favourite time of day

I love this time of day, when that man with the big bag comes by on the back of his strange animal. I always hear him coming from a long way away and I run up and down impatiently, waiting for him. I never learn my lesson though, because everytime he stops at our gate, I NEVER have the breath to say "hello" to him.
I think he is one of my best friends, if only he would smile and wave at me sometimes, I'd be so happy! For now I content myself to greet him enthusiastically when he stops by! My very best friend for life...

Allow me to introduce myself!

Hello Everybody

My name is Fidel... it's my first time trying this blog thing, but that bossy lady who sometimes comes by with treats and sweets, swears by it! So I thought I'd give it a try... luckily my paws are slightly bigger than finger-sized and I find I can type quite easily! I'm even multidextorous (I can used front and back paws with equal dexterity!)...

I'm nearly 7! But let's keep that between us, shall we!? I'm kind of embarrassed by my age, especially since I feel I haven't lost the vigour of my youth! I can still climb up onto the couch, perch in high places, above everything and, more importantly everyone, else (as is my right by birth and royal decree), I find my voice has improved with age... but something mysterious has happened to my once legendary sex drive. It disappeared a few years ago. Strangely enough this disappearance coincided with a visit to that nasty place with the other dogs and the fleas and the nasty smells and scary shiny, sharp things! I'm not quite sure what that place is called, but I don't much like it! Anyway... please feel free to think of me as 4 years old... or at a stretch, 5.

Oh wait... I have to go, someone's trying to secretly open a packet of chips (sniffsniff), plain salted (sniffsniff), best by the 25th September 2007... I'd better get on that!! HIDE THOSE CHIPS FROM ME WILL YOU?!!! NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!!!

MUHAHUWUFFWUFFWUFFWUFF!!!!