Thank you to everyone who has said they want to see pictures of me on my blog. I have decided to put my pic at the beginning of the post and not the end. So here I am. Not only is Little Rat not on the photo, but I have total possession of The Toy.
Anyway, having stamped my authority over my blog, the Little Rat can now post some more excerpts from his diaries.
Snowy’s Diary – 2 – Let sleeping puppies lie
Puppies need to sleep. The limping woman has a fine lap. It is puppy sized. And she strokes me too. Nice.
A bit more about me. The nice man decided to call me Snowy because I am all white. My Spanish neighbours call me Copito (de nieve). Little snowflake. I have two names. Isn’t that impressive? In fact I had another as Rocío called me Poncho. Poncho? What sort of name is that? Can you image someone calling for their Poncho? It’s like calling for trousers or for a shirt. Snowy or Little Snowflake are much more me I think.
I have green eyes. Perhaps they will become brown. For now they are pretty. I have nice sharp teeth. After all I am a puppy. And I am very good at worrying. Towels, rugs, toys, anything really. I think Pippa (the big furry dog) is too big for me to worry but maybe we could go on a worrying expedition together. Cats. Rats. Who knows.
The world is our worrying oyster.
Snowy’s Diary – 3 – From Snowflake to Rat
One morning limping woman woke up at 5am. We sat outside on the terrace together. It was warm, tranquil, peaceful. She put our outside light on because the street lights weren’t working. She wonders why she pays her contribución for council services.
After an hour we went back inside. I didn’t go to my patio den, I went to my den in her bedroom, and a little while later, I went to the rug on the other side of her bed. I like rugs. You can lie on them, chew them, and tug them.
At 9.30am she woke up and took me outside. [Pippadog: Lazy toerag isn't she? Master had been working for an hour and a half by then. And he'd taken me out and fed me.] I think I am getting her trained as the first thing she does when she wakes up is to take me out. After all, she can wait and I can’t.
Some of her friends have told her that goats milk is good for puppies. Plenty of goats here but no milk for sale as it all goes off to the big dairy factories. So she bought me some queso de cabra (fresco). It is lip-licking yummy. I get a tiny helping with my lunch. But it seems to have gone very quickly. I am sure I haven’t eaten that much. Perhaps SOME PERSON has been raiding it.
Last week I weighed 2lbs and 13ozs. My first week in my new home. Now in my second week I weigh an extra pound. 3lbs and 13ozs. Soon she won’t be able to weigh me on the kitchen scales as they only go up to 4lbs.
She has stopped calling me Little Rat and now calls me Fat Rat. I prefer Snowy or Copito or Little Snowflake. Much nicer names. I am NOT a rat. Even if I am small, and white and have sharp teeth.