Well, Podge has had it this time. She has chewed Mummies new Gucci sunglasses, and made a very good job of it too because there are bits in every room in the house. Daddy laughed and said he was pleased because he thought that Mummie looked "like a war veteran" when she wore them and was only missing a row of medals to complete the effect. Mummie is convinced that Daddy had a hand in the demise of the sunglasses. He has denied this but says that he didn't blame Podge for her actions because she was "obvoiusly just terrified that the was going to be forced in to a reflective harness and dragged around a supermarket" had they remained in her posession. This has not gone down well with Mummie who told Daddy to "Get stuffed" and is on strike on deckchair in the front garden. I hate an atmosphere but this means that any food which ought to be shared amongst us dogs will all come to me now by way of retribution against Podge and Lulu- silver cloud and all that.

I am now off with the girls to feed and water the chickens. They need my help because the chickens have formed an escape committee at the door of the barn and keep trying to mug anyone who comes in for food and a means of exit. Daddy, in his wisdom, has decreed that these are to be barn chickens because otherwise they will dig up the garden and be eaten by either the fox or me. The chickens disagree. They have only laid 3 eggs so far and so they may as well be eaten as far as I am concerned but Mummie has convinced me by means of several kicks up the backside that they are to be left for a while longer. We shall see. It is a great pity that they do not lay foil wrapped chocolate eggs because I noticed this morning that I may have eaten a few more of the Easter Egg Hunt eggs than I had thought. I may have to feign ignorance tomorrow when she tries to make an Easter Egg Hunt from 2 eggs. I may be offline for a few days......