Had a nice relaxing first full day "back at the ranch" as they say, lots of snoozing in the winter sunshine, barking at the odd passer-by, nothing to strenuous. Gutted to hear that the local corner petshop is closing down, another victim to the multi-national out of town superstores. Have you ever been to one on a Sunday? It's like all the cheapskate parents in the neighbourhood taking their kids to a free zoo. In there for bloody hours they are, dithering over whether to have an iguana or a house rabbit the size of a small deer, only to find that Mummy and Daddy have left their purse/wallet at home by "mistake" - the tight bastards.
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.