Freaked out

I am freaked out. I can't explain why. I can hear noises.

Scriptwriting

I cannot blog for long this evening because I'm having to write a script for a TV series.

I'm going to be the star of the show. It will be mainly about me (bien sur) and there'll be bits and pieces about some other dogs I know and their owners. I know some real characters so it'll be hilarious.

Oh, before I go back to the script though, I have to tell you that the jumbone I buried last month is growing! Very exciting. There are 5 shoots and I've noticed that ST thinks they're potatoes - boy is he in for a shock!? I should include this in my script...

Increasing my powerbase

I am becoming increasingly powerful and have another minion. Last night I was the focus of attention of 3 (three) people ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

In the past I wouldn't have believed that I had enough tummy available to be rubbed and tickled by 3 people at the same time! Turns out I do...

Heavy Roller

I helped in the garden earlier by lying on the newly laid turf.
Although why ST's bothering when he knows that is my superhighway to the foxes is beyond me. Still it has kept him occupied and away from the hoover, which is a beast with a retractable tail - not natural!
There are very few squirrels around this year. There are a number of reasons this could be:

1. I was much better at breaking up the organisation of the Squirrel Army than even the Leggy Dalmatian thought I'd be
2. The excessive tree felling in the park decimated the squirrel population
3. We're all in a lot more trouble than we can realise with the Squirrel Army massing somewhere ready for a big push.

Think on...

Lou Reed

Yesterday I listened to Lou Reed. He cannot sing.