There's nothing quite like sleeping in your own basket is there? Had a nice lie-in, begged for a bit of bacon, brisk walk round the Valley Gardens, bit frosty on the old paws today, curled out a couple of very satisfying logs, back home for a dog chew and now about to settle down for a power nap. All is right with the world again. Apart from that annoying itch that I seem to have returned from Stalag 49 with, she told me she was clean too. Pooh count: 3, nice business if you can get it.
