Mummy and Daddy are getting better at detecting my commando-style creeping onto their bed at 2am. This morning they had even put up a protective barrier called a 'door' I tried a good 15 minutes of sorrowful whining but they did not buy it. I returned to my bed to plot the next days tactics. Later I shall be wiring up a mission impossible style suspension cord in the hope that it will have less impact on the duvet.
Daddy bought a new motorbike today. I'm really not sure what to make of it. It smells funny. "Daddy, where am I supposed to sit?" I'll make mummy and daddy buy a sidecar. In the meantime I'm going to wait until their back are turned and pee on it. That will make it smell better.
Dudley is an 8 (ish) year old Greyhound Saluki Lurcher. He spent the first months of his life in a shed, fighting other dogs for food. When he was found he was drastically underweight, covered in scars and had a seriously bad case of worms.
During his first day alone in his new home he opened the fridge, stole all the food and ruined the kitchen.
Six years on he now goes everywhere with his owners, he's the perfect weight and is spoiled rotten. This blog will show you the various adventures in the life of Dudley Doo the amazing singing Lurcher.
Dudley welcomes comments and is on the look out for any friends (he's also quite keen on finding a girlfriend!)