I went for a very long walk today, along the main road and to the countryside centre. It must have been over 2 miles.  I am getting the hang of this lead walking now but am not keen when a shreaky ambulance comes along the road, rushing by my ear.

They have just discovered that I am a lurcher... a sight hound crossed with a scent hound.  Apparently I am going to be very challenging on the recall. (I think they knew that already).  I want to be good but it is so hard.  

I love the fire though and if it is burning, I am really good and quiet, resting in front, on the mat.

A fairly uneventful day: one little wee in the lounge, a long chase after a pheasant, totally ignoring Nigel AND Kate.... he he he. Oh yes, and a go at the gate again. Nigel has installed some very strong metal netting over the gate. How long will it last?....

The routine went  to pot a bit: I expected to go out and play but Nigel was loading muck into a trailer in the yard. I wanted to play too so I bashed my way through the gate again. I am sorry to say I broke the corrugated plastic so now Nigel is looking into getting wire netting.  He thinks he can keep me in....


I also sneaked up the stairs when the gate was left open for just a minute, and collected a slipper to chew in my bed. It was not one of my better decisions as Kate was really cross with me.  I think it was her slipper this time.  I like slippers: they smell so good!

An uneventful day, just a nail brush, my special food bowl and a tea towel chewed

I was really good all day, until the electrician arrived to install a ceiling fan. He went upstairs to look at floorboards or something and left the stair gate open. Ha Ha! I managed to grab Uncle Nigel’s slipper and chew another corner off before anyone noticed.  I also had fun on my walk, chasing scents of pheasants, and ignoring Nigel. Unfortunately this meant a  walk back home on the lead, in disgrace.

Total objects chewed today: 2 plastic food containers,  a wooden picture frame, an empty bread bag, the wickerwork toy basket.  Not a bad day’s work.  Why is it that they have put ANOTHER stair gate up? This time into the kitchen. I was enjoying those oranges. The evening was spent with  my head inside a half chewed rugby ball, with my nose sticking out the end, not able to see where I was going, blundering about but able to chew the ball from the inside out.  They took it off but I wanted to wear it again. In the end it was confiscated. I don’t know why. I may have got a little close to the woodburner I suppose.

I found an orange in the fruit bowl on the kitchen table but wasn’t keen on it so left it slightly squashed in my bed. It was hard to get; I had to leave a lot of muddy paw prints up the wall to get it.  I tried to get another and pierced the skin with my claws but it wouldn’t come out of the bowl. I did enjoy shredding the washing up sponges though.