Strictly, NOT Dancing.

 I told you about Georgia how cool and sophisticated she is, well her Mum was talking to my Dad the other day and she mentioned that Georgia was going to start ballet lessons next month and she has been practising every day...

Looks more like, "line dancing" to me 😏

Looks like I'm going to have to put my ballet boots on and show her some real moves, "know what I is sayin bro", you gotta shake your tutu down to da groun'. 😜 So I considered maybe those two doggy guards can help me out with practicing with a partner. Well I should have known better than to ask either of those two...

For crying out loud!

 " DOESN'T ANYONE KNOW HOW TO DANCE AT ALL" let alone, know what Ballet is? 😱

Is that a ...

 There I was just chillin' like you do and started to feel this tickling in my throat, shouted my Dad who was in the kitchen to come and have a look if he could see anything...

Anything in there that shouldn't be I asked him. "Can't see anything that shouldn't be in there" he said and went back to the kitchen.

A couple of minuets later the tickling started in my nose...

Whatever it was seemed to be wriggling about and started to make me want to sneeze.

So as it started to make its way back into my throat area I gave a big cough and it was gone. 😝

Later on I saw something green hanging down from the ceiling...

I must have had a frog in my throat earlier. 😒

How to get fit

 I've been watching sport on the TV with my Dad and I think it's time to do a YouTube fitness video, for all my friends to watch and join in with me to get fit.

Right then, here we go keep together and do what I do, keep it synchronized guys and don't forget to stretch those paws...

You're all doing great, keep it together Betty, only got another 2 to go. 😤

My Dad says we need, more movement right guys. So I want you all to follow me and don't forget to, synchronize... Keep it moving Betty...

DAD, dad, keep moving the camera about. Do you think they noticed? 😜

Can't keep a good dog down

 After Georgia promised me a new hat I thought I would go and visit her to make sure she had everything she needs to make a start sometime soon. You know, like now.

Oh! You startled me, she said. I'm just about to start your hat. Your Dad gave my Mum your sizes the other day.

I hope you'll have it finished by today, at the latest. You will won't you? 😌

I'm not sure I've got enough wool for that size head. 😲

Georgia

 I have lots of friends, well I call them friends, my Dad says that they are just acquaintances. I'm sticking with my version and so I would like to introduce you to...

Georgia, who is one of the coolest girls around. She loves to crochet her own hats and has promised to do one for me.

Doesn't she look great in that hat? I can't wait for mine, so excited. 🤗

She is so cool, calm and collected, nothing bothers her. Total doggy sophistication, that's what I want to be like when I get older.

I think a Bee just stung her bum. 🤔

Growing up and getting bigger

 I always thought I was the same size as I got older but as you all know, the older you get the bigger you get too. I could fit in all the best places, like snuggling up between my Dads feet. Absolute heaven, the best place in my whole dog world. It was so secure but best of all the smell was so pungent. 

I think my head got stuck once.

This is a dogs life, ahhh.

Then somebody put me up on a chair one day...

I liked it...

Checked it out.

...a lot 🤗

Yes! This was going to be my chair, for ever more.

A little me

 Yes... I used to be quite small once then Dad thought, ah! I know how to make me grow and so this is how I used to look, once, a long time ago.

Yes that's me at the ripe old age of 3 months.

Now I have to go on long walks with my new doggy guards. To get rid of this...

Look at that backside. Shame on me! 😱

Yep, these two have been volunteered to escort me, just to make sure I do the full circuit, about a thousand dog miles a day.

With a face mask on 😷

Here I am...

Well I never thought that I would ever start blogging. Barking, yes! Definitely not blogging. I suppose my Dad's responsible for this but I'm not sure. I've been learning how to type on keyboards for months now, 

 old broken ones I found in the bin outside. I think it's a bin, my Dad always says if I'm not a good girl he's going to put me in it. He thinks it scares me but I just look at him with my, 

"don't understand what you're talking about," look.