A little more background

Hi it's me again, we moved into the bungalow at the end of November last year, previously, we had lived in a newish house with a small garden and a heating system that worked really well. We had rooms on top of the ones I lived in but I wasn't allowed up there so I'm not entirely sure what was up there. Now remember this was my first winter and while I had grown a lot, I come from Rhodesia which I think must be a bit warmer that Surrey, because my thin puppy coat was not very warm in the new house. Daddy spent a lot of time running up and down to the attic turning of stop cocks and bleeding radiators complaining about airlocks, before deciding that it was just too cold to have no heating at all and although it was 'Next to useless' it was better than nothing.

We did have a real fire in the lounge though which as you can see from the photograph was lovely and warm and became one of my favorite spots. Daddy had to build it every morning and set it alight every evening, but from my perspective it was worth the effort, see the photograph to see how much I liked it. Must go off now the computer is wanted for real work. Next time I'll tell you about frost, ice and something called snow! I wasn't at all sure about the snow stuff.

Write soon.

Becka

A little bit of history

This photograph was taken in my first garden when I was very little and I still thought rolling around in the flowers was a great game. I'm much bigger now (18 months) and I've discovered since we moved to my new garden that this is really quite childish, there is much more fun to be had meeting the neighbour's, particularly in their gardens! within the first two weeks of arriving, I had introduced myself to the neighbours on both sides and at the back, several times, consequently mummy and daddy met them all too, although mummy and daddy didn't seem to appreciate the introductions I was making for them! They all seem to be very nice people, certainly made me very welcome, although each time I had to come home as soon as mummy or daddy noticed I was gone, they seem to have some sort of sixth sense as to when I'm off exploring.

Daddy spent ages filling up the holes in the fences almost as fast as me, the foxes and the badgers opend them up, eventually, we struck a sort of a truce and daddy left holes for the foxes and put a tunnel in for the badgers, which I generally ignore, although occasionally the urge to explore overtakes me and well you can guess the rest.

As this is my first post I'll keep it short, but I'll fill in some more background soon.

Becka