Hello, will you be my friend?

My name is Georgia Little Pea Ratatouille and if you could sniff my bum, this is what it might tell you...

I was adopted from a pound on March 26th 2009.

After great soul-searching and hours of googling, my humans settled on calling me Georgia because they thought it sounded like a name for a lady. I believe this is what is known as wishful thinking.

They gave me the middle name of Little Pea because I'm nothing like one.

And the last name of Ratatouille, either because I love food. Or *sigh* because I remind them of a rat they once saw in a movie.

Come January 26th, I will have had my name for 9 months. Some days, I even answer to it.

My humans believe that I'm just about 17 months old, which leaves 8 months of my life unaccounted for.

Of course I know where I was. But my humans never will.

These days, I live in a little house in a little village by the harbour of [apparently] the best little city in the world. It sounds idyllic but it's just suburbia.

I eat 2 kibble meals a day with meat and vege and fruit and yogurt and cheese and eggs. The really tasty stuff - like sun-baked squid, air-dried possum and flattened magpies - I find by myself on my walks.

I sleep on a fat doughnut princess bed that my human sewed up for me, with pretty little flowers on one side, pastel stripes on the other, and a long ribbon that I Am Not Allowed To Chew Ever.

I have learnt that it is bad, bad, BAD!!! to
poop, pee, throw up or do smelly loud farts in the house,
take my humans for a run when all they want to do is walk,
nibble on cushions that used to belong to great grandma,
steal chicken tikka rolls from the kitchen counter,
yowl at the impertinent cats that sleep in the sun down the road,
or get upset when other dogs bark at me, especially when they're little.

Also,
I strongly suspect I'm not supposed to be driving the family car.

I am a Work-In-Progress. A Lady-In-Waiting. And now, thanks to yet another impetuous decision by my human... A Dog With A Blog.

If you're still reading this...my very first [and possibly last] post...thank you.

P.S. Now that you've read my bum, is there any chance you'll be my friend?