Nothing much doing today. Went for a run with mad cousin Paddy this morning. He's either a Spaniel or a Spaniard, I'm not sure which. Now he really is mad, he'll eat ANYTHING, and I do mean anything. At least I restrict myself to stuff that's already been eaten. This boy will go for anything that isn't nailed to the floor, and if it is nailed to the floor then he'll eat it and the nails too. Plastic bags, socks, flannels. He even reckons he did a small nest of tables once. Watched the Cheltenham Gold Cup. Chased Smokey the cat from over the road. Barked at assorted indiscriminate passers by and shat in the flower bed. Twice. What's your problem?
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.