Nice walkies yesterday down that lane where all the rabbits are. Managed to get a shed load of "terrier truffles" down my neck mixed with copious mouthfuls of grass before rounding off my al fresco full English with a large helping of Poodle pooh. Scrum-diddly. Strangely started to feel a tad queasy mid-afternoon so decided to eject my morning repast in order to make room for tea. Me Dad appeared less than amused, despite the fact that I helpfully took myself off into the hall to have a quiet word with Rolf, as I recalled his acute displeasure the last time I had a conversation with Huey in the lounge. You just can't please some people can you?
