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.
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.