It’s a dog’s life  if you know what I mean.  There we were chasing around the garden giving the chickens their daily exercise.  The fly past today was impressive.  Gerard, our Rhode Island Red Cockerel reached ten foot up in the air.  I tried to make them all go higher but our humans decided to call us away. 

We have two humans, ‘Supermum’ and ‘Wonderboy’.  They  took us out today in the truck.  I don’t know what they put in it but it doesn’t half bounce about.  Well, I mean to say, it makes you want to lose your breakfast, that is, if we had any.

We dogs, I’m Jazz and my mate Jess, we always know when there’s a journey on the cards.  They never feed us, I know we can make a mess being sick an’ all but we do clear up afterwards.  I hate waste and in a world of recycling us dogs have cornered the market.  We have trained our humans to go to classes like the ones they have at Rack Lane and pick up all we leave behind, if you get my meaning.  It also teaches them how to behave in public with us canines and boy do they need it!

Take our two for example; they think they’re in charge and for the sake of peace and good tucker we let them carry on thinking that way.  We rule the house and everything that comes with it.  That’s reality, that is and where we are concerned it makes very good sense.

 Today, we went to Scorria Sands because we had to take the ‘ancient one’ (grandma they call her) to see the sea, if you follow my drift.  We pretended we were interested in the smells and sounds but we were really hot on the trail of the take away stall outside one of those dog stands they call ‘pubs’.   Cor, the smell makes my mouth water just thinking about it.  Of course my best mate, Jess, she likes to say hello to the humans she meets, quite obsessive about them, she is.  Says she’s got to make a fuss, can’t help herself.  As for me I like to make them work for my affections, after all it makes ‘em feel so good when they make my tail wag.  My ole’ mam taught me that and she was right.  You got to leave ‘em wanting more. 

Anyway, by the time we arrived home it was tea time and we were starving.  The chickens had turned in for the night.  I ordered my favourite ‘Dr. John’s’ for working dogs, well someone’s got to work round here or the place would fall apart.  My mate says it’s a good thing they have us because they’d never manage by themselves.  I have to re arrange the flower pots and Jess has to control the cats otherwise they would just take over.  Speaking of which, I think I am needed to give some support, I can hear my mate Jess outside. 

 See you soon