Hello everyone my name is Edie, Edith on a Sunday, and I am a 3 month old miniature schnauzer. My posh name is Christiville Miss Power. I live in Cheshire with two humans, Michael and Polly, aka Lyn, and Charlie a 6-year-old miniature schnauzer whose diary has also appeared in the Northern Schnauzer Club magazine. I thought I would write and tell what chaos I've brought to my new family.

From the moment I arrived Charlie has been in deep shock. She has been an only dog for six years and quite frankly has ruled the roost for far too long. I soon tried to put a stop to that. I thought that by looking so cute I could get away with murder, or at least some good biting, but alas it wasn't to be. Charlie is bigger than I am and while this didn't phase me one bit she is also stronger and can run away faster too. My humans also stopped me from being too rough with Charlie, the pampered pooch, so it looks like I'm resigned not to be top dog after all. At first Charlie would growl at me even if I walked past her but that has all stopped now as she knows I am staying here for good and she has just got to get used to it.

I've been to the vets for all my injections and even had a load of stuff put up my nose for kennel cough. That wasn't very nice, I've only got a petite nose and I don't even live in a kennel. The vets I've seen have all been nice and have made a big fuss of me so I don't mind seeing them again.

I'm on quite a strange and varied diet, which mainly consists of Weetabix, Bakers Complete, chicken and scrambled egg, not all at the same time though. As well as these I've had treats for being good and they have included raw vegetables - peas being my favourite and celery the least as all the stringy bits get stuck between my teeth and Polly hasn't been flossing them. I've also had salmon and tuna, which gives me a lovely stinky beard, and beef and lamb. We also have things called barbecues where Michael sets fire to pieces of meat (nothing new there). Charlie and I get to the chew the bits from the bones. I hasten to add Michael and Polly keep hold of the bones, we're not allowed to eat them just nibble the meat off. It's great fun especially when we mistake their fingers for a lump of meat, how we all laugh at that! We do the same with corn on the cob, which leaves a lovely buttery taste in our beards.

I have a lovely comfy bed to sleep in with a HUGE toy pig that I snuggle up with. At night time I have to be caged like the dangerous animal that I am just in case I stalk and pounce on Charlie in the night when she is off guard. I am very good at night and don't cry and can go a whole 8 � hours, till they get up, to have a wee.
During the day I am in either the kitchen or the garden. We have a lovely big garden to run around in with plenty of tasty flowers to eat and lovely grass to dig in. I also have a baby bath filled with water that I love to jump in and out of to keep cool. I then go to the nearest person to shake all over them and keep them cool too. I help Polly with the gardening, when she is planting bedding plants and I think they are in the wrong place I pull them out for her so she can re-think her planting arrangement.

I do what Michael and Polly call "the wall of death", where I run as fast as I can around whichever room I am in or the garden. It's great fun and Charlie does it sometimes too only she can't run under the dining chairs like I can.
After about 7pm we are all allowed in the living room. It's great in there as there are hundreds of toys to play with. My favourites are a string of sausages, a dog that rattles and squeaks (no it's not Charlie) and a rubber turkey. But best of all is a toy hamster that runs around in a ball. I bark my head off at that one, it's great fun. By about 9 I am shattered and ready for a nod. Then at 10pm they wake me for a wee and I go in my cage for a well earned rest.

I've been doing training classes already. The first dog to say hello to me was Tuppence, a Bernese Mountain dog. She was ENORMOUS, but very friendly so I was happy with that. All the dogs seem to love me, they kept coming over to say hello. On the Sunday I was running after 2 Dobermans which was great fun, especially as Vinnie was scared of me. We train for an hour at a time and I got commended on my heel work on the first lesson. I think I could do it so well because I was hanging from the bottom of Pollys skirt. I'll have to remember that for the future - gold stars for chewing skirts. I have been learning dumbell retrieves at home which is great fun but Idon't always want to fetch it back. It will be much better once I've trained Michael to chase me to retrieve it.

I have had my first clip (see the photo on the updates page). Clip? CLIP? it was more like a ritual shearing. All my puppy fluff went in one foul swoop. I did put up quite a fight but had to surrender when Pat brought in her husband, Harry, to help keep me still. What an ordeal, funnily enough that is just what Pat said when Michael and Polly came to pick us up. She says she wants danger money next time. What is with the next time? Once is enough thank you, I'm happy to look like a scruff.

Polly does something called knitting. She likes to knit premature baby clothes which is a relief as, at first I thought she was making something for me. When I am bigger I am hoping to be able to catch one of the long things with wool on, they look great fun. I am now big enough to chew some stringy tassle things that are hanging from the curtains, Polly calls them tie backs but I call them delicious. If I chew them well enough I can get strands off and fool my humans into thinking I've got worms.

I am still going to training classes and am doing quite well. I'm not the cutest in class now that we have a 15 week Yorkie called Mason join us, who is too cute by far, but I am still getting lots of attention. Just today I jumped in the water bucket there just to make everyone laugh! I am getting a bit bored of chewing Pollys legs now but still enjoy the odd nibble when she's not expecting it.

We went into Northwich shopping recently which was very enjoyable. I was even allowed to go into a jewelers while the staff there made a fuss of me. I had a poo in the middle of the high street so that my humans could demonstrate responsible ownership.