All about Tammy's house

Sun bathing when it's hot

I have been visiting Tammy's house a while now when Dave and Louise have to go and see their friend Boss who lives in Work.  I am sometimes a bit nervous with new people but now we're best friends.  She has put a bowl out for me for some food and water.  There is grass for sun bathing when it's hot....

.....and a nice warm bed to share for when it's not.

Snuggling when it's not

She has a really good window at the front of the house so that I can see everything going on in Disley.  The net curtains are tied especially so that I can see out and sometimes I see some of my friends walking past, like Helen and Samuel.  I know they are always pleased to see me.

The best view in Disley (looking out)

 It's a shame that Dave and Louise can't stay home and play with me all day, because I know how much they value my sparkling wit and the way that I chase my tail, but it's very nice at Tammy's house and when Louise or Dave picks me up I can listen all about their day on the way home before checking the fence for cats.  Booooo, cats.

Checking for cats.  Hate cats.  Booooo, cats.

I ain't afraid of no Hoover.

It's been very very cold all weekend. I've woken up very chilling every morning and crept into Dave and Louise's bed, and I'm starting to see I've been slacking off in my campaign to swap beds with them. At the end of the day they have each other to keep warm with and my need is greater. I've taken to showing my enjoyment of their bed a bit more obviously and i'm sure they'll take the hint soon.
Aside from that a pretty quiet weekend. Dave was driving his bus so me and Louise went for some walks and i napped while she wrote on her laptop. It was all peaceful except when Louise hoovered. Hoovering is when you check the floor still works, so it's probably a sensible idea except it's so noisy! I like to stay out of the way, not because i'm scared of the noise but because I don't want to disturb Louise. Ollie, the cat that lives next door, is very frightened of hoovers but then he's a cat. As a big tough Cheshire dog i am much braver. All the same i am planning on getting Louise to write to a man called Mr Dyson. He practically invented the hoovering machines according to an advert I saw on TV so i'm sure he can make it quieter so cats aren't scared. (I'm not scared, I'm just trying to help)

The bed will be mine!

Their bed is bigger than my bed

After much consideration I have realised that Dave and Louise's bed is bigger than mine and I want a piece of that!  I am being pretty blatant about my desire to switch beds.  Getting onto their bed and messing it up regularly will hopefully show them that my bed would be better for them than theirs.  I am one clever dog.