The beginning

Rosie was a pretty puppy at three weeks with dark blue eyes and a splodge on her nose, paws and the tip of her tail. I tried to be strong but I could not resist her cuteness.

At 8 weeks she came home and from then on our house has been turned upside down. I had read lots of books but nothing prepared me for Rosie. She was so cute but at the same time bonkers, she discovered grass for the first time in our garden and teared around like a wild thing. Our downstairs bathroom became a time out zone.

Rosie has her own version of Reduce Reuse and Recycle..this was my paper recycling pile.

Rosie also likes barking at the dog reflected in the pond, or on the glass doors.

That is closely followed by her favourite act of chewing. Here you can see what is left of her first bed.

This was superseded by the box...hooray for Lakeland!

Now she has a new bed...but not for long

There is nothing better than a good chew...skirting boards, table legs, shoes...they are all great but nothing is as good as socks...sockalicious!