A Day In The Life Of Bonnie:

7:00 AM:

Wake up. Stomach growling. Breakfast time. Another half an hour until my mummy wakes up to feed me.

7:30 AM:

Mummy’s awake. But she hasn’t come downstairs to feed me. She’s having a shower. Why? I’m starving. She should feed me. I bark to let her know I’m hungry, but she shout outs: “Shut up Bonnie! I’ll be down in a minute! Be patient!” Maybe I’ll just crap on the bed then?

8:00 AM:

Well, I’ve been wasting away now for a whole hour. Finally Mummy gets the dog food out of the fridge and spoons it into my bowl. I am so starving that I wolf my breakfast down in two minutes. Then Mummy lets me out in the back garden.

8:30 AM:

Mummy goes to work. I use my toe nails to unlock the door and go back inside. Mummy will be home around four, so I’ll know to go back outside and lock the door around 3:30, and make it look like I’ve been outside all day.

8:45 AM:

Takes me about quarter of an hour to pick the lock, but once I’m indoors, I switch on the TV. A whole day of films for me to watch. First, I watch 101 Dalmatians. Then I watch Homeward Bound. There’s a staffie in that film like me. I think he’s quite cute. After that, I watch Wallace And Gromit. The one with the sheep and the cyber dog. Then I find a random Doctor Who episode with a robot dog called K 9. Wish I was a robot dog.

12: 00 PM:

After I’ve watched the films, I listen to music for a bit. I listen to Snoop Dogg all afternoon.

3:30 PM:

Mummy will be home in half an hour, so I turn the TV off, go outside and use my skills to lock the back door. And then I find a comfy spot to lie in, so she won’t suspect a thing

3:45 PM:

Haven’t eaten for seven hours. Starting to get hungry again. I think I’m starting to see my bones through my skin.

4:00 PM:

Mummy’s home, but she doesn’t feed me my tea straight away. I follow her around the house, and stare at her, but she doesn’t take the hint. Grrr!!!

5:15 PM:

Starting to get weak now. Can’t move. Wait, what’s that? My dog bowl’s being rattled around. Hooray! Mummy’s feeding me. At last!

5:30 PM:

Dinner scoffed. Now Mummy’s cooking her’s. Yaay, maybe I’ll get seconds?

6:00 PM:

Nope, no seconds. Mummy banished me from the room while she ate her dinner. Fine, I’ll just go lie all over your bed Mummy, and maybe leave you a little present.

10:00 PM:

Mummy’s calling. I think she wants me to go to the toilet. I think I’ll ignore her, and then when she gets really loud, I’ll slither downstairs.

10:15 PM:

Let back indoors. Mummy’s going bed now. She lets me sleep on top of her bed. But after half an hour she kicks me off, because her toes are numb.

3:00 AM:

Get bored of lying on Mummy’s floor, so I wander downstairs, and sleep on the settee. Can’t wait for breakfast time.