In which Willow woofs (aka the Dogologue)

 Willow here. Hi.

I was called Coco - but that was past me, I am now 'Willow who Walks' and until a few days ago, I lived in a terraced house in a small but busy market town.

I've just returned from a wet walk with my new human, the spare human is out and won't get back until it is dark, so I keep my human company and on discovering she needs a lot of exercise - I take her out as often as I can.

I used to share my house with five humans, some tall and some very small and they were so busy I had to keep out of the way and it made me very sad and I felt very insignificant. I tried to join in the games but I must have done it wrong as I was made to go to my crate. They were never horrible to me but I felt very left out.

Now, I know I must avoid the cat food plates - my feet take me away but my eyes stare very hard! I know where my treats are in the cupboard, I can point out which is my bag of food, and best of all,  I know the difference between my leads. The red rope lead is for popping into the garden for a piddle while my stretchy lead and harness means proper get out and get muddy walks!

My humans have taught me that chairs are not for dogs (who knew!!) and doing zoomies across the settee is not really an indoor game ... again - who knew!

a brisk rub down and a biscuit just waiting to be nibbled - bliss

But best of all is, when we return from a wet walk, I get a rub down with a warm towel and a biscuit treat to chew in my bed - I think training my human and the spare human is making headway - they still have lots to learn and I am the dog to do it.

However - the cat..... the cat is definitely in charge, even the humans know that! 

said cat in bed coz snowing outside