Greetings from London


The tall person is in London for a few days. I wish I was. I would love to meet my British Facebook friends. It would be so cool to arrive at the airport and see them all waiting there, holding little signs up with my name on them like they do in the movies.

I spoke to the tall person today and he said he misses me, which is nice. I miss him too. He sent me a picture of a funny poster he saw on the London metro. Hmm, I see there are naughty dogs in London too!

You are fired Mr. Alarm Clock!

I forgot to tell you that I woke De this morning by nibbling her toes. They were poking out of the covers at the bottom of the bed and when I started nibbling they wriggled, which made me nibble more! I like toes. There is something irresistible about them. Anyway, she wasn’t too annoyed because it was time to get up.

The tall person told me that before I came to live in the house they needed an alarm clock to wake them in the morning. I remember hearing it several times when I was small but I haven’t heard it for a long time. The tall person said I was his alarm clock now. I was quite flattered by that and I’m proud to say I have never failed to wake them and I’m sure it’s good for them to get up earlier than they ever did before!

Land of the giants

I’ve discovered that I have the characteristics of a sponge. I got very wet in yesterday’s storm and when I woke up this morning I had swelled to gigantic proportions. Look how large I am standing next to this tall tree. I will now have to make certain adjustments. The little person is now the tiny person and the tall person is now the little person. De is still De though.