Uncle Buckley

Mum and dad went to visit my Uncle Buckley on the weekend. It's part of the reason they left me alone for two nights in a row.

Uncle Buckley is Grandpa's dog. He is a White Swiss Shepherd dog. Last time I talked about him, he had been to the v-e-t because it was time for his injections and they told my Grandpa he needed to go on a diet because he weighed 64.8kg. That's 142lbs. I don't think Queen Meeshka needs to worry.

Here is a picture of Uncle Buckley from the weekend:

I think he might have secretly been attending Stormy's class on posing for photos because he wouldn't sit properly for mum when she had the camera out. Every photo we downloaded was of his tail or his back or him looking away.

Here he is helping Grandpa with the dishes:


He's a very helpful pup! Mum always calls him the polar bear because he's big and white. And he has big teeth. Like a polar bear.

It's the weekend...

... and we all know that means mum stays later in bed with her coffee (if she's game after last week he he he) and I get to sleep in with her!

This is a photo that mum took yesterday when it was nearly dusk and I was out on the balcony checking out the street. Mum has played with it a bit but I think it shows my good side!

I heard a rumour that mum went to visit Uncle Buckley last night and took some videos of him. Why? I'd be much better on TV; after all I am known as the telly show cat you know. I like to watch the cricket, especially Adam Gilchrist before he retired. I don't have a new favourite player now.