Mischief? Me?

Even though I cannot hear or have perfect vision, I am just a normal puppy
and I do normal puppy things.

Of course, I get up to mischief, why wouldn't I?

So far, I have chewed my way through three trainers, and a pair of slippers,

ripped the hems off two pairs of mum's pyjama's, chewed the end

USB connection of her laptop cooler.

WHAT??!

Before I arrived mum was given a dog crate by a very kind lady called Alana,

she brought it home with the help of another of my friend's BIG Luke.

She and dad set it up beside the sofa and put in loads of lovely

comfy cushions and covers but the first time I went in and the door was

locked behind me I didn't like it one bit, and I let everyone know!

Fudgie didn't like the noise and he attacked the cage trying to get me out,

but it didn't work. Dad let me out, in the end, cos mum had nipped out.

I've never really liked it since and always cause a huge fuss when I have to

go in it, unless I have some biscuits thrown in for me, and then I'm too busy to notice!

Now the crate has been moved into the dining room and

it's there for me when it's mealtimes, so I don't stare at everyone and make 

them feel guilty for eating without me. 

Nik keeps our food in the dining room (Benji, Fudge, and Me) and because it

isn't in a sturdy container I found I could nibble (and rip) at the

bag really easily while it was on a chair.

Mum discovered me sat on the table one day enjoying a little snack, so now

the big bag of food has found a new home, inside the dog crate!

We have a juggle before mealtimes though, when I eat I go in the crate,

when I don't eat the food goes in there. 

It doesn't stop me from trying my luck and dashing in there before the swap!

Did I mention I love to eat!