I found a sure way to get Dad up and running this morning...the great backyard escape!

After jumping on the bed, and telling him it was time for me to get the regularities of the day out of the way by growling a little bit, he managed to drag himself away from the land of ZZZ, throw on his cardigan and slippers and let me out into the backyard for a few minutes.

But, surprise surprise...the garage door was open just enuff to squeeze through and I was free at last to pop next door and say "G'day" to our neighbours and their cute doggy.

They were having a nice cup of tea, so I rolled on my back and played it real cute for a few minutes, and got some treats and a lot of tummy tickles.

I actually thought for those (far too) brief minutes that I had managed to escape, find a new home and rid myself of my weird owners, but then I heard Aunty Rosie and Dad shrieking and calling "DORA....DORA..".

I doubt that our nice neighbours had even seen Dad move as quickly as they did as he launched himself through the door and into the backyard...and I certainly hadn't either!  

We were reunited - Dad sobbing like the wuzzy he is, our neighbours suggesting that if they  didn't already know me they might have taken me in (since I am so adorable) and looking on Dad and his sorry state with distaste. If we lived in the States I would call Dr. Stevo to get him to dewuzzify Dad.

DORA SAYS: TOUGHEN UP DAD, YA WIMP! 

Later in the day, when I was researching lost doggies on the net, I came across this clip about a new pet detective agency in the UK that tracks down lost doggies. I suggested to Dad that he keeps the garage door closed in future - it would cost him an arm and a leg to bring Animal Search UK out here to track me down (as I know he would).

Then again, they know I love them, and I wouldn't be gone long - just enuff time to meet some more friends.... 

Ciao

Dora XX   

Howdy,

I know it's been a long time, so my belated apologies for being so tardy in writing my blog, but I've been leading a very exciting dog's life!

Mum arrived home from her European vacation, and after months of putting up the various shenanigans of Dad, Aunty Rosie and Granny, I got to hang out once again with Mother.

She even brought a brand new unit for us to live (just like Dad, life revolves around me), and I helped her unpack and gave her lots of kisses and cuddles. I still get to hide under her desk and behind the fridge, and her culinary tastes aren't quite the same as Dad's (no more treats or human food, cause my teeth are a bit dodgy), but I was very excited to have her back.

DORA SAYS: YEAH I KNOW, NO MORE HUMAN FOOD, BUT ICE CREAM DOESN'T COUNT, OK! 

After a couple of weeks with Mum, she took me back to Dad's place (they share me one week on, one week off, cause they can't bear to be apart from me for too long).

And there it was, a competitor sitting on the new lounge...

DORA SAYS: WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU ON MY LOUNGE WATCHING DOG WHISPERER? 

Harry is Aunty Rosie's dog, a mutt which is half mini Foxie and half Jack Russell. He is nothing but an attention seeking little critter, he howls all the time, and whenever he gets excited he decides to pee all over the house (he's one year old now, which is about 7 years old in dog terms, so you'd think he would have gotten over this by now....). Not only that, he's got a chubby little body, chicken legs, an underbite and he's already got a few wrinkles, so he's not really my cup of tea to chill with ( I have standards after all....).

Dad sat me down and explained that Harry would be staying for a few days, and I let him know I wasn't real impressed by pouting like Derek Zoolander and then heading upstairs to hide under the bed.....

Anyway, Harry kept coming up to me and trying to snuggle up like I'm his mother or something, and I kept on shooing him away. We went walkies each day, and Granny paid him some attention, so I thought I should give him a second chance.

Now to cut a long story short, after a couple of days I actually started to like the little beast, and now that he's gone home, I miss my new best doggy friend.

DORA SAYS: OK, I'LL LET YOU INTO MY PACK, AS LONG AS YOU BEHAVE! 

I hope he comes back soon, cause we can at least communicate with each other on similar terms (at a much higher level of course than that of Dad, Granny and Rosie - those humans are weird ones).

Take care Harry 

Love

Dora  

DORA SAYS: LOOK DAD, HERE COMES MY MATE HARRY (SO WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF AND GIVE HIM SOME SPACE TO SIT NEXT TO ME?).....