Old dog chases cat

Early this morning, as we came out of the back door, I saw the neighbours' cat lurking under a hedge, and up to no good as usual. I chased it away, but that was all I could manage. My walk had to be cut short, and I have spent the rest of the morning resting.

My days

Sunday afternoon. Did I hear someone say something about "going" ???  That is a word I understand well. I also know the difference between "car"  (nice, we are going somewhere) and "cat" (grrrrrrr), and "is Tess hungry?" is the best of all, because that means it is dinner time.







After my dinner I always feel playful.

The fine art of moaning

I find that moaning can be an effective  way to get extra treats, and I have got it down to a fine art. My dinner is alway served first, before they sit down to theirs. I gobble mine up and then I crawl under the table and start my moaning. This irritates them no end - so much that the occasional piece of meat, fish or potato gets handed to me, to quiet me down.  It is a great method.