Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see life through the eyes of a pet? Well, why not have a crack at writing about it?
Well, if they're gonna leave me, I'm gonna eat them.
The jelly babies were just calling out to me. So I did. Eat them that is. About half the packet if you want all the details.
I'm Chivas by the way, and I'm four years old. I'm a dog in case you wondered. A border collie/New Zealand collie mix (that's rare, I'll have you know).
So the folks have gone out for the day and left my sister (Cassie) and I stuck in the house.
I'll be the first to put my paws up and say that it's great being left alone...For a while. And that's after Cassie decides to shut up. Seriously, that girl DOES NOT know when to stop barking. They won't leave the telly on for us any more because of her.
I think I'm getting away from my point...Wait! Is that my squeaky bone? Oh my God, I think it is!
I'm gonna take it by surprise...and pounce on it!
Cassie's gone to hide under the kitchen table now. That must be the one she doesn't like...
Mind you, that's not saying much; there are a LOT of things my sister doesn't like. That orange dumbbell for instance. Or the hoover. Or the Direct Line adverts. O r when people have the hiccups. Or Sean the weatherman. I could go on, but I won't.
Ah, there's the postman. I wish he would shut the gate behind him. I mean, if you HAVE to come onto our land, at least have the decency to leave it the way you found it.
Hm, I think I'll go for a sleep now; I'm bored of that daft toy.
Or maybe I'll see if there's anything interesting in the bin...