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Me, Me, me!
My name is Lily (previously Sophie, but changed for reasons I wont go into right now). I am from a mixed-heritage background; my mother is Labrador and my father Staffordshire Bull Terrier (apparently Mum would cheekily refer to him as her ‘bit of rough’!). They tell me that I have my Mum’s ears, personality and brains and my Dad’s head and build. Not that I remember much about my parents; I never met my Dad and only have one or two fuzzy, but fond, memories of my Mum.
I spent the first few months of my life in and out of the vets and at Babworth Rescue Home; a kind of orphanage for dogs. It’s not as depressing as it sounds; I had great fun at the centre, the staff were lovely and many a happy time was spent barking the day away with the other dogs. But it was fantastic when I came to live with my new family and got a warm bed all to myself.
About a year ago I was adopted by new ‘parents’. I put ‘parents’ in ‘quotes’ as it’s pretty obvious that we are not blood related in anyway. At first I was a little embarrassed for them both; referring to each other as ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’ when talking to me, but over time they have learned to refrain from this behaviour in front of visitors, so it’s not so bad and if I’m honest I have to admit to finding it a little bit cute. And at least now that I am a little older (I’m 1 and ¾) they have dropped the soppy ‘my’ and ‘dy’ and now it’s just Mum and Dad.
I know some dogs who refer to their adopted human parents as ‘Master’. It’s each to their own I suppose, but I personally don’t like this archaic title; and let’s make no bones about it (bones – see what I did there?!), I am definitely the boss in this household (the trick of course has been not letting anyone catch onto that fact!).
I’ve read a lot of blogs by humans about dogs, and whilst entertaining at a certain level, I decided it was high time we had a view from our perspective, and this is where I come in: I aim to blog about my life, my family, friends and everything that is important to me, which is primarily eating, chasing sticks, eating, walking and eating.
I hope you will enjoy my ramblings and will visit my blog often at http://lily-thedogwithablog.blogspot.com/. Whether you have two legs or the more familiar four, I welcome your comments, views and questions; please feel free to post replies on my blog or email me at lily@burnt.me.uk.
My.DogsBlog Profile: My name is Lily (previously Sophie, but changed for reasons I wont go into right now). I am from a mixed-heritage background; my mother is Labrador and my father Staffordshire Bull Terrier (apparently Mum would cheekily refer to him as her ‘bit of rough’!). They tell me that I have my Mum’s ears, personality and brains and my Dad’s head and build. spent the first few months of my life in and out of the vets and at Babworth Rescue Home; a kind of orphanage for dogs. It’s not as depressing as it sounds; I had great fun at the centre, the staff were lovely and many a happy time was spent barking the day away with the other dogs. But it was fantastic when I came to live with my new family and got a warm bed all to myself. About a year ago I was adopted by new ‘parents’. I put ‘parents’ in ‘quotes’ as it’s pretty obvious that we are not blood related in anyway. At first I was a little embarrassed for them both; referring to each other as ‘Mummy’ and ‘Daddy’ when talking to me, but over time they have learned to refrain from this behaviour in front of visitors, so it’s not so bad and if I’m honest I have to admit to finding it a little bit cute.

