1999: First events of the day were at 1.00 this morning. Mummy apparently heard shuffling through the baby monitor and came in to find me with one leg over the side of the bed and the other leg over the side of Agal’s cot – where’s mummy’s bedroom gone then? I was on my way to snuggle down. Eventually Agal’s cot was moved out and mummy slept on the floor mattress besides my newly found bed. And so started the long night of bed swapping – I kept waking up and getting into bed with mum, but each time I awoke I found her in the other bed, I was up and down all night. Mum and I went to Asda as Nanny and Pa are coming to dinner today. It was so embarrassing, mummy had to ring Nanny and say ‘I’m at the lamb counter, what do I want and how much?’ I’m sure she’s fibbing about her O’level cookery, she can just about cook fish fingers and chips and they’re frozen ones. And as for custard and gravy ……………they’re okay so long as you’re careful not to choke on the lumps. I had an afternoon nap and when mummy bought me back downstairs my party table was laid up again – how exciting. A few minutes later Nanny and Pa arrived for my family birthday dinner, but we had to wait another hour as mum hadn’t quite got the timing right. We eventually had dinner, after mum had roped Nanny into making the white sauce and Pa into carving the lamb! We sat down to eat, complete with party hats, and had a lovely dinner, but had to wait for half an hour afterwards for the pudding, which was in the oven (a frozen apple pie!) I had Jelly whilst I was waiting, half of which ended up on the floor, Pa got up to clean the mess and put his foot straight in it! I’m glad I’m not the only mucky pup around here.
2019: Mum actually managed to cook sausage and bacon pesto pasta. Nothing was burnt or dropped and the smoke alarm didn’t go off. It was much appreciated after a hard days graft. Mums due to start her new job Monday week so we will probably all be back to free for all and rushed dinners.