Hello, it's me again, Alfonso the pug. I thought we should catch up on how things have been going since last time we spoke. In short, things have started to play to my delicious advantage...
A couple of weeks ago, the new baby started eating food. All sorts of yummy things; plums, red pepper, apple, steamed broccoli and carrot etc.
You'd think I would be insanely jealous wouldn't you. But, since our relationship has blossomed, the new baby never forgets Alfonso (shh...he has absolutely no idea that I am not allowed to be fed from the table and I pray he never learns the truth!).
The new baby sits on this very high chair with it's own table, while I lurk under the big table, waiting, in stealth mode.
When I give the signal, he drops some food on the floor for me, and if I am quick enough I can run away with it without anyone catching me. He doesn't even seem to care that the adults tell him not to do it, we all knows where his loyalties lie.
I have more fabulous news.
The new baby can finally walk, and it seems he is way more sensible than the rest of the family because he is walking on all fours. Just like I do!
I therefore take complete credit for this latest achievement. Watching me trot so elegantly and gracefully around the house, and around the neighbourhood must have inspired him.
Sadly, the grown ups of the house have some weird ideas and think it's acceptable to tie me up when the new baby is walking around. He always walks on all fours off his playmat and towards me, I don't know why the adults can't take the hint that we want to play.
I'm not impressed.
I guess it's because the new baby is still a little bit wobbly on four legs.
We just want to play, I promised I would be careful!
The new baby now weighs about the same as me and I am gorgeously muscular. So, if he wants to be as fabulous as me, Alfonso the pug, he's on the right track!
