We are back from a jaunt which involved a bit of good fun in the sheep department. I was allowed to chase the sheep legally as Uncle Will was fed up being mugged by them when he tried to refill their feeders. He went on the quad bike with Mummie and a rather common sheep dog called Meg who insisted on sitting on her lap. I could tell that Mummie was not pleased with this dog when she called it bloody useless and told it that with four legs it was better equipped to run beside the bike than she was. She shoved it off a couple of times but it was determined. Daddy was driving the tractor and tipping the feed from the big bucket in to the feeders as Mummie and I risked the wrath of about a million desperately greedy sheep. It was quite nerve wracking because they are a bit more militant that our sheep at home. Cannot imagine why they were so desperate to eat that feed anyway as the stuff I tasted was repulsive. I also made Daddy proud for once by taking on the terrier. As a labrador, I am a natural pacifist however the farm terrier has been asking for a damn good thrashing since I have known it. It first had a go at Podge and Daddy growled at it so it left her alone. It won't have a crack at Lulu because she had already shaken it like a rat and so it was left to me. Twice it attacked me and upset Mummie because she knows that I actively avoid confrontation ( except for food, but there was none involved in this instance). She was very cross because the third time she had to grab me by the fur at both ends and hoist me out of harms way. This hurt a bit and finally, having been driven mad by "that little B*****D" as Daddy christened it, I let rip. Daddy was highly impressed and said that he didn't know that I had it in me. He also "gave the little b*****d a kick up the arse" by way of a reminder to keep clear. Mummie expressed the view that he probably wouldn't have done this for her and Daddy said that the next person to try to chat her up would find out that he was not to be trifled with. She has changed his tea and pledged to be more civil to his dogs. I on the other hand achieved a new status in his eyes, albeit briefly until I had an accident in the car having partaken of too much sheep muck over the weekend. He made Mummie clean out the dog box. Not impressed.

This is podge who was caught in the act. Mummie says she probably made a better job of it than "that bloody dishwasher" however Daddy is resisting her urge to buy a new one