A puppy and a chewed finger

Hi all you blog addicts hows it going? Peanut the chipmunk here again.
My slaves have gone out for the afternoon giving me access to the computer so I'll try fill you in with whats been happening around here lately.

I told you they were a bit low on the brain cell count but get this ------ my so called keepers, obviously thinking nothing about ME have gone and got a flippin DOG!
My worst nightmare has come true, an innocent walk in the park, an abandoned puppy tied to a bench, a quick visit to the vets and within the space of two short hours my whole world collapsed around me.

Whats that you say......jealous..... who me? Well maybe just a bit, but listen to Peanut -- it won't be too long before my neighourhood is being terrorised by yet another 'shark on a leash'


Ok I suppose you have guessed that I am not too keen on sharing MY family with another cute, cuddly, furry animal, especially one that will probably try to eat me some day

Thats enough whingeing for today, I know a far more important subject--- ME-- .
Now when it comes to food, as long as its dead, not poisonous and at least partly edible I will give it a go. Imagine my horror then, when yesterday I was given a piece of toast.......DRY TOAST! .... no peanut butter, no cheese spread,nothing just toast, unbelievable or what! boy was I mad.


There was a lot of swearing, screaming and a fair amount of blood but the doctor, with a bit of wire and few deft stitches did a good job and managed to save my keepers finger.....(which tasted far better than any toast). I think I've been grounded for the time being, if they caught me writing this now I'd be dog meat for sure.

Did I tell you the broken central heating / coming in from the pub/ flooded bathroom story...........Yikes! a car's pulling up outside, I hear people arguing and a yapping puppy, I'm outta here....... stick up for yourself and I'll see you soon.....PEANUT.