There was precious little going on round here today. Some people were making something in the garden. I don't know what it is because I'm a dog, it involved a lot of sawing, banging and hammering and a few cups of tea changing hands. Up and down the path and in & out of their van they were all day long. So naturally I had to bark at them every time they went past, just so that they knew I was on their case like. There's not much gets past me you know. Stumpy the postman nearly shat himself the other day trying to get that book from Amazon through the letterbox. The kid with learning difficulties over the road DID shit himself the other day when he strayed a bit too close to the end of our drive. And as for the ginger ninja opposite, you don't want to know what he had to scrape out of his pants last week. My house, my rules. It's fifteen minutes to tea time. It better be sausages or there'll be ructions.
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.