Thanks for the welcome!
Finally this week my mom was able to get photographic evidence of the dog that lives in the tv cabinet. He has been there ever since I came here to live. He is not always in the tv cabinet though. Sometimes I see him in these things they call mirrors.
When I was little I would try to get him to play with me, but now that I am older I think he is up to something (obviously, since he would never play). I growl and bark at him to make sure he knows he is not welcome, but he just growls and barks back. The hide! Can you see him there laughing at me?? Grr...
Also this week I managed to chew the other window out of my doghouse and pull out some more irrigation. I also trimmed the palms and dug up a brick. No photographic evidence though as Mom was too cranky.
Yesterday when I was out for my daily walk a young cat jumped out of the bushes and ran towards me, like he wanted to play! He did stop a few feet away though as he may not have realised how much bigger I am. It still filled me with hope. Maybe one day the Fluffies will play with me. I have showed them my new squeaky beaver toy in the hopes that they might think it's fun too, but Dad says that me charging at them with a VERY noisy toy probably isn't their idea of play. I don't understand?