attention

I have a trick that works better than crying in getting Mummy's attention.

I head for the stairs and start climbing.

It's great, she drops everything she does to come after me. Every single time. I love the stairs, they're so much fun and I'm always very safe, but she comes anyway. It never gets old, I could do this all day long. As soon as she's not looking I head for the stairs. and again, and again and again...

fire!

On our third walk today (yes, we took three walks, I'm so spoiled) we heard sirens. It wasn't long before the Battalion Chief's SUV came down our street and stopped not far from where we were. Four big fire trucks followed.

Mummy and I looked and looked but we couldn't see any smoke or any signs that anything was wrong coming from the building. We didn't stay long because she said "looky-loos" were a nuisance and very rude.

The trucks were really interesting, three of the big ones were yellow and the other ones were red. The men worked quickly.

Right before we got home one of the trucks left and drove past us. I was watching because I like to watch cars and trucks and this was the biggest I had ever seen on our quiet little street; one of the men saw me watching and waved at me. I need to learn how to wave.