I've just eaten half a cucumber.  It was quite delicious, very good for me and not too filling so it won't spoil my dinner!
I even managed to get most of the plastic off.  Ooh, 'twas YUM! 

Yesterday My Mum made a delicious chocolate sponge with blackcurrant jam filling for Tom because he came second in a 20mile cross country race.  Today, she cut him a slice, popped it on a plate and moved her arm just a tiny bit.  I leapt like a salmon from the water and grabbed the yummy cake without her seeing.  Sadly, she noticed before I'd managed to eat it all, and she grabbed me - quite roughly I have to say - by my collar and put me outside.  Unfortunately, I dropped a bit of the cake on the way, and My Mum pulled me away from it and gave it to the chickens!  I was fuming!  Still, I managed to eat some of it and 'twas YUM! 

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'! 

Today when My Mum came back from shopping she found me lying on her dog-walking coat.  I think I did a little norty by dragging it onto the floor but never mind, 'twas COMFY! 

I've also just ripped up a plastic bag and thrown a notepad on the floor. It is important to keep busy! 

I love a stick, me.
A few months ago, a very kind man gave My Mum a bundle of long straight sticks for her to use in the garden.  Recently, I discovered the bundle stacked up by the bins and I've been helping myself to a chewing stick whenever I can.  I'm not supposed to have them, so I have to be a bit 'stealth' about pinching them, but they are lovely to chew.  YUM!