I’m not the little fluff butt that I used to be … now I’m a big 11-month old fluff butt weighing in around 22kgs and a bit bigger than my dad, Jagger.  Everyone keeps telling Pam how big I am – as if she didn’t know! Maybe the fact that I am twice the size of my litter mates is because I used to hog the dinner bowl when we were pups, but Ruby and Josh (my sister and brother) don’t hold that against me when we see each other each week at dog school.  We go ballistic when we see each other!

I used to be a disaster at dog school because I could hear the flyball box going off and see the dogs racing – Pam used to get really embarrassed when I would throw tantrums in class.  It’s in my blood – I hear that box trigger and just know that my mates need help in killing that dreaded thing … I’ve seen them take their turn to run down and bite at the box.  One day we’ll kill it proper (Pam doesn’t seem to agree with my approach for some reason).  Pam reckons I have to learn to do the obedience stuff first before I can do flyball – bummer! (that could take a while!).

My idea of doggie heaven is running on the beach, chasing tennis balls, and getting lots of cuddles.  I still love playing with my mum (Ginger) but dad (Jagger) and uncle Tyson aren’t so keen – I’ll keep on trying though.  Now that I am growing up my dad sometimes looks a bit worried about having another strapping handsome male dog around.  They reckon I’m a “chip off the old block” and I look/act like dad too.   My mum is going to have another litter of pups soon – I’ll have lots more red and white border collie friends to play with!  Can’t wait to teach them all the great things I’ve learned!