SNOW!

This is the first photograph of me in snow. It was December 2007 and one day I pawed at Johnny's leg so he would get up and let me out so I could have a pee against the clothes airer (which, in all honesty, should have been put away in the shed for the winter). As I was out there, having my early evening's piddle, a big fat white thing landed on my nose and it was very cold! Before I knew it, this white stuff was falling everywhere and I snapped at it, trying to eat as much of it as possible. Johnny was laughing at me from the door way and he was shouting at Lou to come see my 'antics'. There was nothing antic about this though, this was serious stuff.

It was too much, the white stuff, that I heard Lou call 'itssnowing' was on the flowers, on the path and on me, making me wet and cold.

I ran back in the house, gave my coat a shake as near to Johnny as possible then sat down by the back door and watched it for ages, until I got hungry and needed to eat.

The next day the world was white. Those big growling things were sliding everywhere and banging into each other. People were falling over and breaking legs and arms. I was pulling at Johnny as he took me on a walk. He fell over twice and said 'biscuityourtryingtokillmeonpurpose' which isn't that far from the truth. Get rid of him and I have Lou all to myself.

I love snow now. I go mental in it. I run and chase in it, roll over in it, dig in it and my poo looks a spectacular colour against such a white background. Cannot WAIT for winter!

Woof,

El Biccerino.

Sleeping

Anyone who hates sleeping hates life. I know that might sound a bit weird as you experience next to sod all while asleep (apart from running around chasing rabbits that I never seem to catch; what's THAT all about?) but when you wake up, you know when you've had a brilliant snooze because you feel all refreshed and ready to eat a massive bowl of food, have a strenuous poo out in the garden then chase cats and pester the 'rents.

My favourite places to sleep are in the middle of the king size bed, which means that Johnny has to sleep on the edge of the bed, he falls out of it quite often. On my Spongebobsquarepants sheet. It's the third one of him I've went through, so accordingly, Johnny and Lou call him Spongebobthethird. I also like to sleep with my head on Lou's boobs. It really annoys Johnny which makes me all the happier!

Woof,

The Bic

TOYS

I believe that this is the best picture ever taken of me. Lou threw the ball about twenty times for me to retrieve and Johnny lay in the sand with his camera phone and waited for the perfect moment. Even though I regard Johnny as the lowest member of the pack, he did a good job. If I had hands I'd have patted him on the head.

I am very ball-centric, to the point that if war happened to break out (which frequently does in the local dog park) but you had a ball in your hand, I wouldn't notice anything else. I just want you to throw that ball so I CAN CHASE IT. At last count I have about twelve balls, all in various stages of being chewed on, two Freddo the Frog cuddly toys (both with their innards ripped out AGES ago) and a weird looking chicken tug rope. I cannot stand though, those infernal balls that you put treats into and expect us dogs to try and get out. They are boring beyond belief.

Woofs,

Biscuit.

Hello and welcome! My name is Biscuit and I am trouble with a capital 'T'. This is the first ever picture taken of me when I refused to come down the stairs as before I had only ever lived in a bungalow and didn't know what stairs were! I went up them quite happily, but when it came to going back down...NO WAY! My owner Johnny had to put my collar and lead on and coax me down with many treats. Now I scamper up and down stairs like there is no tomorrow. I particularly love getting in people's way.

This will be a blog that will just be photo's of me and funny things I have witnessed as I go around on my doggy travels.

Lots of woofs,

Biscuit x