Friday 23 February 2018

I have them wrapped round my paws

If you would like your pet featured in this column please send a story of 440 words and a photograph to snews@independent.ie clearly labelled MY PET
If you would like your pet featured in this column please send a story of 440 words and a photograph to snews@independent.ie clearly labelled MY PET

Catherine Sheehy

Name: Cassie

Likes: Chicken

Dislike: Anyone taking attention from me

Finest Hour: Finding a loving extended family

If you would like your pet featured in this column please send a story of 440 words and a photograph to snews@independent.ie clearly labelled MY PET

Hello! How are you all? My name is Cassie, I'm three-and-a-half years old and live in Co Limerick.

On June 27, 2014, I arrived to my new family in a cardboard box. The first night in my new home, I cried continually until my new mammy took me into her bed, which worked out well for me as her bed is now my bed.

My mammy works full-time so has to drop me to granny at 6.30 every morning to be minded - too early for me, so I run around all the bedrooms to see who will take me under their duvet.

I have many adventures during the day, and will let you in on some of them. One morning I had to fend off the neighbours' red setter who was trying to nick my friend's food. Granny thought I was in trouble when she heard the commotion - but instead I was in command and had Holly trapped in the corner.

Twice I have crossed the road on my own, unaccompanied - but that wasn't such a good idea, as I got a telling off. I won't do that again.

I have refused point blank to walk on the lead, so my aunt takes me for a walk on her arms. I am the luckiest dog as I am never left on my own as I get to go everywhere in the car with my mammy.

I really am spoilt as every three months I go to the beauty parlour to have my hair and nails done.

One evening granny was cooking chicken goujons for my uncle's lunch. I watched her putting them up to cool. I had other ideas than him having them for his lunch, so I snuck in and out until I had them all polished off.

Another day I was sniffing freshly baked scones. I put my paw on the edge of the plate and then there was a big crash and the plate was in smidereens.

I had to make a run for it. I thought I'd gotten away with it, but unfortunately I had a guilty look on my face and my cover was blown. I escaped lightly as they were more worried I would step on the plate chippings. Phew for me. Lol!

My wardrobe is starting to fill up nicely, I have a great choice of outfits to wear. In the picture is my new winter coat which my aunt brought me back all the way from America.

You see? I have them all wrapped around my paws.

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