Christ! Forced to go through the regular nightly humiliating rigmarole of "backward meerkat walking" just to get my dentastix tonight. I really don't know how much longer I can put up with this, the tight bastards. Is there an Esther Rantzen hotline for dogs? To top it all off the two-leggeds insist on watching that Gok Wan and his so-called fashion tips thing when there was an interesting documentary about Mahler on Sky Arts2. Please get me out of here. Pooh count: 6 - probably finished for the night now.
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.