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As I can't speak English, I decided to blog. The trouble is, it's really hard to type using my paws! So I'm sure you'll understand if there are any mistakes.
I was born in a place called Angmering (East Sussex) and was brought up by a breeder.
I had 9 brothers and sisters and they all went to good homes leaving me and my liver coloured sister. When I was 8 weeks old my Mum and Dad came to collect me although I can't remember.
They said that they were just coming to have a look at us and were not intending to take me home because they had no doggy stuff. Ha! That didn't work out because half an hour later I was sitting on a blanket on my Mum's lap on the way to my new home in Brighton!
When we got home to Brighton Mum fed me and Dad made a cardboard house, then it was bedtime.
Harry's first meal at his new home, with new friend Frank.
