So... my daughter's mum bought her a puppy! All very nice and good.

Its a little sausage dog and cute as a button!

All good yeah?

NOPE!!!

The frigging thing is pi**ing and shi**ing all over the place. Because it cant go for a walk yet due to its needles, I am taking it out into the garden for hours at a time, where it plays and runs, barks and yaps to its heart's content.

When we go back inside, I turn my head for like ONE minute and there is a turd lying under the couch, or a puddle in hall...

I am trying to get some writing done (working on the sequel to In The Mood... For Murder, called Sing Sing Sing... For Murder) and all the thing does is sit and look at me with its stupid, gorgeous eyes!!! Wanting to play!

My daughter just wants to use it as a cute handbag and her mum is just happy when its not in her house!!!

Anyway his name is Ted... After my dad, apparently!

End of blog!