14th February 2026
The latest situation, by Phoebe
Well the little invader is still here. Every morning, when I think everything is calm and as it was, my peace is interrupted by Winnie getting in my face.
I can’t seem to get away, even at poo time she is alway there dancing around me barking, like some native ritual. It’s getting on my nerves, there is nowhere I can be alone, I even try to tune her out, but she get through that.
I sometimes get separated, and then I have the bed all to myself, the little squirt can’t get to me.
I say little, but she is almost as tall as me, I hate to think how big she will get, I’m not looking forward to that. The only satisfaction I get is getting a bigger treat.
The latest statement from Winnie.
Well I am trying, I’m trying to play with the aloof one, she doesn’t want to join in, I don’t think she knows how to play.
I have this special dance that is supposed to get everyone going, but I just get growls and barks.
Phoebe is so disorganised, she poos all over the place, whereas I have one place where I go, it’s far more civilised. I don’t know if we will ever be friends, but you can’t blame me for trying.
The old git likes to play ball, he thinks it will tire me out, but it does a better job on him.
He does his best to kick the assortment of balls about, but I get most of them. I like to think that I’m helping him keep busy, and fit.
The annoying thing is he puts me outside every fifteen minutes to have a pee and poop, most of the time it’s most inconvenient. Usually I’m having a nap, then he lifts me up and carries me outside, it’s bloody freezing, he then expects me to place my warm arse on the cold snow, he must think I’m crazy.
I’ve nearly got them trained, I get a treat whether I’ve done anything or not, mind you, the treat itself is the size of a pea, whilst Phoebe gets a massive biscuit, but, soon I will have the same because I will be bigger than her.
Another Lifetime to go 