Guess who?

I have often been mistaken for an Old English Sheep Dog………

…….but only from behind: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/call-me-daisy/

Grandiose plans for indoor garden opposed!

One day last Summer I decided to bring part of the garden into the toy room.

My plan was not supported: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/i-cant-be-in-two-places-at-once/

I am a Caucasian Shepherd – not a contortionist

What would you do if someone put shrubs in your favorite sleeping place?

Exactly!: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/17/is-a-leaf-more-important-than-me/

The homecoming queen

Although I don’t like it when people I love go away for a while I do like the anticipation of waiting for someone to return.

Last year, the little person went on vacation to his grandparent’s village and after a while………….he came home: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/news-flash/

He did have 876 but I ‘customized’ 2

The little person has a huge collection of cars. I played with them when he was on vacation last Summer.

I ‘customized’ two of the cars but the tall person thought it would be better not to tell the little person: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/the-little-person-dog-pizza-and-me/

He eats flies!

Back in August I asked myself if cats catch flies. I didn’t know the answer then but I do now. My kitten, Barnaby is an absolutely phenomenal fly catcher.

The only problem is that he eats them!: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/any-enemy-of-a-fly-is-a-friend-of-mine/

My sofa

Although I now have to share my sofa with a small hairy thing that takes up an inordinate amount of space (Barnaby) there was a time when my sofa was all mine.

Wonderful memories of me and my sofa: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/buy-a-wetsuit-tall-person-and-join-us/

I love my butcher!

You may know that I have an arrangement with my local butcher. He saves all the best bones for me.

I love my butcher: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/13/not-for-vegetarians/

I no longer wobble!

When I was small I wobbled a lot. Tall person was always picking me up and brushing me off. I don’t wobble now, which is just as well because the tall person would find it very difficult to pick me up!

 

I wonder if I come from a family of wobblers: https://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/how-we-first-met/