I am heartbroken

She's left me again. Just as we were getting back into the swing of our daily routine of sitting up in bed answering emails on the laptop, cups of tea, upward dog stretches, sniffing the garden, Greenie, under desk sleeps, lying in the sun, smell of food, feeding food, sleeping in front of TV, back to bed.

This time she snuck out of the house early in the morning and left me all alone, wondering what the hell is going on. I know when she's gone because she has the same bag with wheels. That means she's not coming back. Gone. But this time I was alone. I didn't even have Dirty Bertie to play with.

Thankfully, she left the door open so I could be inside or outside.

Then a lady with purple hair turned up. And she's been here ever since. Was she a bug-a-lar? Should I be barking and defending the castle? Then I remembered that I had seen her before. Sitting drinking coffee and another time drinking wine in our house. She visited me when I was a wee puppy. So I thought it was OK if I let her stay.

I like the lady with purple hair. Even if she talks a bit funny. She says 'ey?' and bugger and 'sex' when she means 'six', 'end' instead of 'and', 'thet' instead and 'that'. I've worked it out now. So I've stopped frowning when she talks.

She takes me on long walks. My human mum is a cheapskate when I comes to walking. A couple of streets and back home.

We even stopped for coffee and tiramisu and I sat under her chair and had a finger lick of tiramisu which I like very much.

She lets me sleep on her bed which is a different bed to where I usually sleep. But that's OK.

I have no idea how long she is here for. Maybe she is my new human mum. Who knows.

I like the idea of having a human mum with purple hair.