Decent walk down the Nidd Gorge, met up with Banjo and Wombat, me and Banjo used to have a bit of a thing going and we still meet up for old times sake now and again. Sniff buddies that's what we are in two-legged speak I think. After that it was the usual stuff, a six hour power nap, a bit of indiscriminate barking at various passers-by etc, etc. Reasonable tea of some leftover steak from last night, although he was a bit heavy handed on the seasoning I'd say and his presentation skills need honing somewhat. Enjoyed the last minty chew in the box after that, they'd better not forget to get me some more tomorrow, the tight bastards. Watched a bit of footie and then crashed for the night pondering the merits of employing a 4-2-3-1 formation and how remarkable it is that grandad shirts are back in fashion. Pooh count: 5, about average, just like my day.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.