My keeper and I donīt know anything is different in the wider world, everything is as normal for us.
Luckily my keeper is used to stocking up on food for her and me and in a cardboard box in the workshop there are 10 packets of my very favourite treats (there were 12, but I have eaten 2)
She cuts them into three because they are a bit big for my mouth and this way they last longer because instead of giving me one big treat I have three little ones,
I like this because it means I can touch her fingers with my tongue three times instead of just once.
I donīt have to be kept on a lead, that only happens if there a lot of human legs, or a lot of those four wheeled things with engines, just soīs I can keep her safe and she doesn't get run over.
I am also very lucky because she likes to play with my ball in the house as well as the big garden.
I only have one friend, his name is Baron a big hunting dog, we stop to talk to him most mornings when we pass his house.
My keeper used to whistle and he would come out of his house to the gate, but this happened less and less, my keeper would whistle, but no Baron.
One day we saw Barons keeper who told my keeper that Baron was hard of hearing so next time we went to Barons gate my keeper told me to speak and when I did guess what, my friend Baron came out to the gate, so now I donīt have to be told to speak to him anymore I do it all by myself and unless it is very cold and the door to Barons house is shut he always comes to the gate and then we share the treats my keeper has in her pocket. Baron doesn't live in his keepers house like I live with my keeper, he has a house of his own.
We can also go in the car, just a few miles away to the Oder river where there is a Dam that stretches for a long way, I donīt have to be on a lead there ever because I obey my keeper and if I get too far ahead and she calls Motley come back then I do. Itīs unfortunate I donīt meet other keepers with friends like me and I feel very sorry for for them because most of the ones like me are kept in big cages in the garden, like animals used to be kept in zoos, my keeper would never do that to me.
I used to have a friend who I loved to play with and when we were both young I would beat him up even though he was bigger and older than me, he used to like it, he died 2 years ago.
So Merlin, as you might have guessed, my keeper and I donīt have many people to talk to so if its alright with you I would like to write to you again one day, we could be paw pals, what do you think? Hope your keeper doesn't run out of treats for you.
with woofs and wags, Motley.
P:S: here are pictures of my treats for you to drool over