Today, I Am Chilled Dog.

There's only so much excitement a dog can take on a hot day. Here I am, chilling out by the open front door, snout in a delicious breeze, lulled by the buzz of flies and screech of swifts.

Ignore the tarmac chips, leaves and twiggy stuff, and, of course, my fur. I do. Ignore it and shed a lot of fur, that is. The truth is, she's a bit of a slut when it comes to housework though I think her priorities are mostly wise ones. Walks. Paddling. Food. Barking at passers by (at least I think she does). Chewing things. Squeaking things. Rounding up chickens. Football. Sleeping a comfortable bed. What more could she wish for?

All with a most excellent dog - Flash, ah-ah-ah, etc., etc., - that's me!

(Only one little complaint - I wish she didn't spend quite so much time doing this odd Blipping thing instead of throwing things for me though, when it comes to waiting for attention, I have the patience of the best collie saint.)