Yesterday My Dad took me for a very long walk.  I'd been very good, and we were having a lovely time when all of a sudden we both spied some walkers sitting on a log.  Now, I have a nose for food, as you know, and it soon occurred to me that these people were having their lunch.  The penny dropped with My Dad at the very same moment!  I ran, he ran.  I ran faster, he ran faster, but he was slightly handicapped by having to shout:  'watch out for your food, he'll eat it!'.  The people thought I looked most attractive - and after all, why wouldn't they? - and My Dad heard them comment on my lovely fluffiness with voices that disbelieved his threats.  Unfortunately, a last minute spurt by him put him between me and the picnickers and their lunch was safe . . . this time.  We had a bit of a Mexican stand-off and then he walked me home.  I was a bit disappointed;  their soup smelt delicious, and people always have bread with soup, and that's my favourite.  Never mind . . . there's always next time. 

Yesterday was a red letter day:  I was good almost all day!  I didn't eat any 'sguzzies on my walk (but then they did watch me like hawks), I was obedient and I was well behaved at home.  I even helped clean the hen house!  My Mum doesn't always appreciate my assistance, but I give it anyway. 
Here I am emerging from the hen house - I felt it was important to check that My Mum had cleaned out all the poo, because as anyone knows, tis YUM!

When we went for a walk the other day I got the urge to eat 'sguzzies again.  My Mum was very, very cross with me because she had said 'leave' so she clipped my lead on and sat me down in the field and gave me a very stern talking to.  I didn't take the blindest bit of notice, but I think she felt a bit better for it.  Never mind, 'twas YUM, and next time I'll just have to be a bit more 'stealth'!