Nice walk around Jacob Smith Park this morning, let off the lead and got up to absolutely no mischief whatsoever. No rolling, shit eating nor nothing. Came when called, jumped straight into the back of the car when requested and sat patiently in me cage whilst me Dad and the little feller went off to have their hair cut. They obviously had a fry-up as well as they brought me back a sausage for being a good boy. All in all I've been better behaved than a five year old on Christmas Eve. Still, there's always tomorrow.....
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.