I admit, I did it. It wasn't premeditated but second degree murder. I pee-ed on a ferny-type plant and killed it. Guilt of plantslaughter. Honestly, I didn't realise my pee was so lethal. Needless to say, I was sentenced to severe looks of annoyance and anger. Sentenced to not-in-the-good-books. Because of one destructive action. So, from now on, I need to make sure I pee on inanimate objects. Posts, chair legs, table legs, garden pots, brick walls, fences. Funny, when I do pee on fences, my...

And I still am. That's me at sixteen weeks. Such a little bundle of gorgeousness. Six years on still the most pearlescent fur especially after I've been to my groomer. Black truffle nose, liquid chocolate eyes, petit perfectly triangulated ears and energetic tail. I have it all. I've put on a few kilos, too many for a while but then she put me on a diet and I lost a few kilos and now I am perfect weight. In fact, I am pretty perfect all round. I am a robust build. I've developed strong chest...