I'm a little wombat short and stout

That's what my sister, Mindy's human mum said. And she should know. She comes from New South Wales and they have wombats there. No wombats in Western Australia. Just kangaroos, emus, quokkas, snakes, goannas and Westies.

I personally think it's a bit of an exaggeration. Wombats can weight 36kg. Moi? A mere 10kg. But I do like the idea of being related to koalas. Wombats are the closest living relative to koalas. Both are marsupials and furry with stubby tails. Koalas are cute and have a black nose like moi. But you can't cuddle them unless you want to get scratched by their claws. You can cuddle me. I won't scratch. Unless you hold on to me for too long and I get bored and want to run away.

It would be good to have a pouch built into my tummy. Wombats and koalas keep their babies in there, but I wouldn't (besides I'm a male so I wouldn't have babies). I could keep Greenies, bones, treats and morsels of dead rats in my pouch so I always have a snack on hand.

A wombat's pouch opens in reverse, at the tail end, so that it doesn't fill with dirt when they are digging. That would be good for me too.

Apparently, I look most like a wombat from behind. Little stumpy legs and a round bottom close to the ground.

At least she doesn't call me a teapot. That's also short and stout. But I don't have a handle or a spout although you could improvise and use my tail as a handle and my snout as a spout. And I don't like the idea of tipping me over and pouring me out.

Wombats live in the wild so they don't have to put up with humans. What a relief to scurry off into the bush and hide if a human is approaching. Humans are OK some of the time and I like new humans. The ones who come to our front door and make a fuss of me. But once the intros are over I am happy to let them be. I would rather be a wombat and escape to my own little burrow.

I think my wombat-like appearance has come with age. Now that I am three and a half years old, I am more wombat-looking than when I was a puppy. My half brother, Bertie, doesn't look like a wombat. He has long legs and is quite skinny even though his human mum sneaks him pieces of roast chicken and cheese in between meals. My human mum doesn't feed me between meals. She doesn't want me to get fat. But I say Bertie isn't fat and he gets lots of sneak food so why can't she feed me sneaky food.

Anyway, I am having a haircut today and then I won't look like a wombat. Short back and sides for summer. Then back to the Westie skirt and hairy legs for winter. And back to being a wombat.