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Crunchy Munchies' Secret Diary

Spring Lamb Adventures

Phew - snow never actually arrived - which is a good thing, because now the field behind my house is full of huge, scary woolly things which cough and make the strangest sounds in the night. Mummy and Daddy tell me these strange creatures are called 'sheep'.

What is exciting and fascinating and terrifying all at the same time are the baby sheep creatures [I now know they are called 'lambs']. Some of these skinny little things have legs that are too long for them, their skin is too big for them and some of them are even wandering around dressed in their own designer plastic bags!

Every night when my Mummy and Daddy come home, they take me round to the side of the house and together we count the new lambs and see how the little cold ones in their plastic bags are getting along. I like to sneak through the hedge and have a sniff when I can - I'm plucking up courage to go and have a poddle on one of the Mummy sheep when she's not looking, or even snuggle up with the baby lambs in the frost.

Often I sit at the upstairs window and watch the lambs running around and leaping in the sun [Mummy has explained this is called 'gambolling', but I know that this is untrue - as gambolling is what Daddy does with his friends when they play cards and drink lots of beer and sometimes gives away Whiskas funds.....].

1st February - Waiting for Snow!

Last night, my Daddy had told me that snow would be arriving in the night. I was so excited, I woke Daddy up at 3.30 am by running round the house, scratching doors, and finally jumping on his full bladder.

Daddy called me some unusual nicknames after that, and Mummy shouted at me, though she did get up to give me an early breakfast [to shut me up].

Daddy looked out of the window and was disappointed that there wasn't any snow, so I have tucked myself up for the day and am snoozing waiting for my Mummy and Daddy to come home from work. Then we can have lots of snuggles and playtime, but only after they have fed me various exciting choices from 'my' cupboard. I tell them loudly when I want more dinner, and have learnt that if I turn my nose up at one type of food, then my Mummy gives in and opens a different tin until I'm happy. This is lots of fun, like playing russian roulette with tins of Sheba. Daddy's not qute so much fun - he just shuffles the unfavoured food around and expects me to believe it's fresh - humph!

I think if the snow does arrive later today, I'll just lie on my radiator hammock and maybe watch it from the window - now that I'm [ahem] 'cuddlier' than I used to be, I think my tummy hangs a bit lower to the ground and would get a bit cold if I ventured outside too much in the snow.

That's it for now - I've got a paw or two to clean.

Crunchy Munchies xxx