Today I ate a wooden spoon.  I've been very good about wooden spoons lately, but Billy had been using this one for cooking and it tasted lovely so I just had to have a crunch on it.  My Mum was cross!  Never mind . . . 'twas YUM! 

I have recently been a very helpful hound;  I have taken to doing the washing up.  I use my powers of 'stealth' to take dirty bowls and pots out of the sink and then I wash them on the floor.  My Mum used to put dirty things in the sink to keep them out of my way but I've got round that, so now I'm free to wash up whenever I like.  My assistance is rarely appreciated but I don't mind as sometimes I find some tasty morsels . . . oooh, YUM! 

Today I drank some fruit tea.  It was called Raspberry Royale: raspberry and vanilla with a hint of rose.  My Mum had a cup of it in the garden, and I knocked it over so that I could get to it.  I enjoyed it so much that I even ate the teabag.  Why doesn't she do that?  'Twas YUM!

Today when My Mum came home from work she noticed some tomato stalks and a carton and wrapping on the kitchen floor.  She asked me who had eaten all the tomatoes, but I pleaded innocence. 

Don't tell anyone, but they were YUM! 

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.