
Ok, ok, I'm clean but boy do I hate having a bath. The worst part is when I get out and I'm all squeaky. I have to reapply some of that dirt. So I rub myself all over the floor. And get super mad.

My [extremely cute] Twitter pal Baby Patches - pictured above - is running a contest on her site about bad things we've done. You know, like bad animal behaviour. It's in honour of her second birthday - the terrible twos. I've been suffering from the terrible twos since I was six weeks old. I’ve done some terrible ...

Apparently I've been tagged. Wot on earth does that mean dear reader person? Trixie, my long-time Twitter pal and online doggeh extrordinaire, got tasked with the job of posting the 10th photo of her from her blog. In turn she tagged me to do the same. And my job is to tag 5 others. I looked back at ...