A rather turbulent few days; on Sunday I got shouted at for trawling around in the pond. Admittedly I was not as clean when I got out as I was when I got in. Mummie threaened me with the power washer. Not bloody likely. I decided to go for a wander until things quietened down a little. Apparently it was three hours later when Daddy found me. Well, they do say that time flies when you are enjoying yourself and I can confirm that this is true but there were tears and snotters from my human sisters upon my return and vile accusations from Mummie who did not seem in the least concerned about my absence. I was dragged against my will to the kennel with instructions from her to "take a reality check" and left there all night still with mud on me. In the morning, inspite of my effusive welcome when she came to let me out Mummie remained aloof and even today I don't thimk that she has forgiven me. Well, I do not care because I have not forgiven her either. Also today I ate something off the floor that turned out to be attached to a curtain that she was making and she had to pull it out of my throat even though I had already swallowed it. This is really the most unacceptable behaviour. When I have swallowed something, I class it as mine. It is an absolute disgrace.