I love cake!

It’s my new addiction. Whether it’s a Victoria sponge or coffee cake – just don’t give me chocolate. Where has this new interest come from you ask – well it has to be the Great British Bake Off of course.

On Wednesday night it was episode two and with my new best friends, Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood, on my screen I was hooked.

Matt, my human person, can hardly boil an egg let alone make the perfect biscuit.

And it was those little pieces of joy which the television bakers had to master to get through to round three.

Themes were in for the final challenge on Wednesday with this husky-cross-alsatian dazzled by the three-dimensional creations. From scenes depicting an Alpine ski retreat, to rows of attacking Zulus; there was a lot to marvel at.

It would seem the TV show is a hit throughout the canine world, as soon as the latest contestant was booted out the dog and bone (phone) went mad.

Margot the dalmatian from Milden is persisting on marching to BBC HQ demanding Auntie commissions a show which allows us dogs to have a go.

What’s the worst that could happen? Frank the labrador from Leiston is sure to rear his head out of his third Big Mac helping (he has rather human tastes) and put his paw up to be included.

But enough with the talk. Now is the time to bake! I’ve been up for 48hours and it’s beginning to show. After making my 200th cupcake I have been mesmerised by baking tin shapes and my paws are sticky with sugar. Perhaps someone needs to take me out for my walkies.

As told to Matt Hunter