Well, I am back and so are they. By all accounts it was a great holiday although I do wish that they would shut up about it now "blah, blah, blah, Michelin stars, blah, blah, blah, delicious Bandol". Not only is this outrageously insensitive to any labrador - especially one with sophisticated tastes such as myself, but I have had two weeks of Grandma and really crap food. Daddy is just rubbing my nose in it. It has been patently obvoius to me for quite some time that Podge and Lulu are utter heathens when it comes to food. As long as it fills them up they do not care what it is. I however am somewhat refined in my appreciation of such and have had two weeks of hell. Mummie always has some sort of rebirth on the culinary front when she comes back from France. She becomes evangelical about what she cooks. It is great. I usually do quite well. Last night, Lulu stole a Tarte aux Poireaux and was barely reprimanded. There is some sort of double standard going on here. I found a dead sheep in the field and had some of that and you would have thought that I had comitted some sort of major crime. I mean, I didn't steal it and what else were they going to do with it anyway? Do you see what I mean? I am writing this from the kennel, having been subjected to the degradation of being tied to the stand pipe and hosed with COLD WATER! Things are going to have to change around here, or I'm off. I am not putting up with it.

This is a picture of me about to catch a fly. I hate flies but am very successful at dealing with them.