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?
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.