They've whipped all my winter coat off and left me shivering like a bloody chihuahua, the tight bastards. All I got last night was "ah, isn't he lovely, just like a new born pup." Yes I am like a new born pup, bloody freezing. Kept firmly on my lead all the way round the Valley Gardens in a misty damp 3C this morning just to add insult to injury, so no rolling or terrier truffling opportunities either. If I had a gun I'd shoot myself. Pooh count: 0, yes zero, I'm saving it up for payback time.
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.