Where have my buddies gone?

Dolly, my mum

Where have my buddies and siblings gone? Where’s the furry bed smelling of wee, poo and flowery-cleany-thing gone? The big pen we lived in? And that big shiny bowl I had to run over to fast so I didn’t end up hungry? Fatty Arbuckle always got in there first, leaving Blind-ey (more about him later), Betsy and me to muscle in. Meanwhile, little Pepperpot whizzed around us all then snuck in to clean up what was left. Where’s our Mum, Dolly? Last time I saw her she was perched up on the ledge of the sofa, enjoying lots of fuss from Babs and Paco coming to visit. Lately, though, she’d been avoiding us pups. I wonder why? So without her help, we’ve had to try and sort out our own problems – like making up with each other if someone got hurt after a boisterous ding dong in the pen. And there’s lots of other things we have to do now for ourselves now, like licking and cleaning each other and just being there to lean against when we’re asleep.