Four Before Ten

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....