Two things are bothering me today. First of all they had roast pork for supper last night and as any labrador knows there is the assumption that there will be LEFTOVERS. I waited very patiently this morning because there was a large piece of pork left plus red cabbage ( It is not my favourite food but I can eat it if there is nothing else), mashed potatoes, leeks in white sauce and apple sauce (yuk). There was not a crumb of crackling left because Uncle Patrick came for supper and Mummie says that he can out do a swarm of locusts if he is on top form. He obviously likes crackling. Anyway, the point is that there was a slight accident this morning when Mummie was removing the string from the pork and it accidentally fell on to the floor and rolled in to my mouth. I could not help what happened, it was a freak occurrence. However the way that she dealt with the situation was both cruel and unneccesary. She grabbed my jaws and forced them apart and retrieved said pork whilst having a rant about greed and the necessity of sharing. I need not tell you that I was distraught, especially when Daddy said that cheats never prosper and gave the pork in it's entirety to Podge and Lulu. It was nothing short of an absolute bloody disgrace which was how Daddy also described last nights rugby whilst Mummie had another Gin and tried not to smirk.

My other news is that I am to have a little friend. It will be a hound puppy which Mummie has decided to walk for our local hunt. Daddy rolled his eyes and said that he was having nothing to do with it and that if it behaved as badly as the last one did he would not be responsible for his actions. Mummie reckons it takes at least three years between hounds to forget what a trial keeping one is before you agree to have another. Our bannisters have never been the same since and Daddy thinks she is having some sort of breakdown even to contemplate having one. The great thing about hounds is that they do not live for food. They eat only when they are hungry. By the time they decide they'd like to eat, their food has already been eaten. By me.

This is a picture of us all last time leftovers occurred. NB The two thick dogs gaze adoringly at Daddy but I gaze adoringly at my food.