Hi, folks, Poppy here. I've taken over Millie's blog this month. She says it's fine because I've taken over every other aspect of her life.
First, I need to apologise for the poor quality of the photos. I don't understand why Millie keeps employing the Man when he's incapable of lighting me properly. He blames the winter, saying it's too dark. Can't he afford proper lights? There is a thing called electricity, you know.
He's a very negative man. He's constantly exasperated, telling me things like, 'No, don't go behind the telly', 'No, don't chew the furniture', 'No, don't pee on the carpet', 'No, don't eat the stones', and my favourite, 'Noooo, don't lick Millie's poo' (I only do the last one if it's soft, warm and fresh out of her bum oven). Maybe if he spent more time training me, I wouldn't have so much free time to abuse. When I'm really bored, I secretly chew holes in his clothes because they're old. He needs to upgrade his wardrobe if he's to be seen outside with me.
Millie's jealous because I get all the passerby attention. I'm such an infectious bundle of energy, no one can resist my bum wiggle. They admit she's gorgeous too, but only after they've said it to me first.
You'll be dead excited to hear that I swallowed all my baby teeth so the new ones knew where to grow back. Millie said she spat hers out, but she's wrong.
Millie doesn't mind me taking all her toys. If she did, she wouldn't leap away from them when I rush at her and pounce, sometimes with another one of her toys in my mouth. We often chase each other around the living room until she gives up and stops using her open jaw to pin me onto the floor. I know her growls are sisterly no matter how loud and vicious they sound.
I'll admit she is faster than me but that's because I'm small and cute.
That's all I can think of for this month. We went places and stuff, like the beach, the park, and the woods, but I can't remember where. I'll let the Man fill in those details. I've managed to chew a hole in my car crate. Soon, it'll be big enough for me to fit through when I stop growing.
Millie thinks I'm neurodivergent. Pawz N Co think I'm nuts. The Man thinks I'm off my head. They're all wrong.
I'm Poppy!
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| Copydog! |
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| Which toy did I want? |
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| That's right: the toy box! |
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| Accidental Puddle paddling |
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| Seamill |
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| Braeval |
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| Spring at Barshaw Park |
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| Wait, she's done my blog? |
