It's not quite ten o'clock, yet I've already managed to squeeze out a very healthy four logger this morning. Whilst in human terms that might send you running to the doctors, in border terrier terms it's a clear sign of health and vitality. Plus I feel about two stone lighter as well. I wonder if humans get that bottom clenching all's well with the world I feel like I've just run the London Marathon feeling that we dogs get after a particularly satisfying dump? Or the urge to round off the entire performance with a couple of hearty hind leg grass flicks? I hope so, there's nothing quite like it, especially since they had me "done" - the tight bastards. Might settle down and listen to a bit of Tchaikovsky on me iPod now and have a snooze in the lounge. It's fully six hours to tea-time, I do hope it's sausages, with gravy, northern dogs love sausages with gravy....
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.