My Story By Stevie G Miller.

Hiya. I'm called Stevie. And I'm a little westie. I was named after some footballer called Steven Gerrard. One of my favourite places in the world, is perched on the back of the sofa, watching the humans walk past the window. I like to make it all squashed down so I can nest. I havn't really been to a lot of places in the world though. I did once go camping. And when I came back I was very tired and I ate a fruit pastel ice lolly to revitalise my inners.

I don't like cats very much, especially the ones next door. They're smelly, and one of them looks like an inside out hand. It annoys me when they position themselves on the wall and look at me, with their yacky eyes. Ergh. Another thing I am not very fond of is our hoover. The noise is scary so I like to bite the big black sucky tail thing. But then I get called Steven, told off and put outside... which is where the cats sit and look.

Personally, I think the best day off the week is Sunday. I always know its Sunday because I can usually smell chicken and other food that humans associate with "the day of rest". If I'm a good boy I get some in my bowl on the floor. I hover round the kitchen while the dishes get washed because I know when thats done I can go for a walk round the river. I like this. My most favourite activity is to roll around in cow poo.

Well I'm a tired little doggie-nom. So I'm going to get ready to be taken upstairs and watch tv. I have to be taken up the stairs, because my limbs are very small, and I can't really climb up the big stairs. Once I got stuck on my belly on the giant step. I can manage the little ones though.

Right thats mum going upstairs. Better follow her otherwise I'll be stranded down here, and I don't want to miss Sky Sports News.