Chaos at The Barbie

Last night The Owner took me to another barbie. Before we went he had a barf, I hate barf's! Then he sprayed stuff all over him, he smelled funny after that. When we got there we walked in and I was hopeful of a tasty morsel or two and then there she was, across a crowded garden, through a sea of hoomun legs, Lady Chocolate Labrador!

So I found the best stick I could and picked it up and took it over and gave it to her. She picked it up! That was it! She loves me! I thought I'd impress her further by doing my silly run round the garden, it always makes The Owner laugh and Lady Chocolate Lab started to follow. This was starting to go well although I did notice The Owner wasn't laughing much! Well how was I to know that Old Lady Hoomun was going to be trying to carry a tray of burgers down the patio steps as I came around the corner pursued by my new love interest? We were both sent back to our owners cars and our owners were asked to leave so they drove to a pub. The Owner and Lady Chocolate Lab Owner sat at a table in the garden laughing and drinking and doing hoomun stuff for a long time but we were left in our separate cars. I wonder if she was sent to her boot room when she got home as well?

The Shopping Trip

Well, I'm not sure if equilibrium has been restored or not. The Owner is still wandering around the place singing..... badly. But we do need to find another shop to be my favourite where we get my food from.

We have a big box of Bonios and an even bigger box of Markies, as well as my sack of food. He bought me one of those retrieve dummy things like Lord Bath used to give me to work with and a funny ball thrower thing and a big new cushion and another dog whistle. That makes four whistles he has, although I am not sure how many times he would be able to whistle from the same mouth!

It was when we got to the checkout that it all went horribly wrong. It seems that the price they charged him for my feed was a pound different to what was marked on the shelf as some hoomun youff had not changed the label on the shelf but he had to prove a point and call the manager. Remind me never to go shopping with The Owner again!

Off to my Favourite Shop

I think today is going to be a good day! He has been unnervingly happy since the other evening. We are off to my favourite shop ever today! The one where he gets the big bags of dried food for me. After the last bag which I managed to get tipped over and so had to clear it up myself and get Small Boy the blame for it didn't last so long as normal, would ordinarilly have brought on a whole load of huffing, sighing and grumbling, but this time he seems happy about it! He gets my Bonios from there too, Bonios are my favourite, had I mentioned that? He tells me he is going to get me a present from there as well, I don't think I have ever had a present! Do dogs do presents? I think I'll go and get in the car now, just to be sure.

The Lady Chocolate Lab

Went out with The Owner last night to a hall and there were lots of people there listening to two women. I thought the chances of a Bonio were quite high, and then I saw her, across the crowded room, a lady labrador, chocolate, it was love at first sight! I thought The Owner would have at least got me close to her so we could have a good sniff as dogs do when they meet.

I always try and do the right thing for him and act all cute and cuddly when he sees another lady hoomun so that he can get the chance to talk to her! Then I noticed what the problem was going to be. Her owner was a lady hoomun, blonde and skinny, just the type he usually plays up to. So he told them all my embarrassing little mistakes and made her laugh lots. Lady Chocolate Lab didn't want anything to do with me afterwards, how embarrassing was that? He was singing in the car all the way home, I think I heard him say he was seeing her again next week sometime. That gives me time to plot my revenge! If he wants an embarrassing dog, I'll give him embarrassing! I've taken myself off to the boot room, part in protest and part to get away from his singing.

The Return of The Big Yellow Machine

The man with the big yellow digger is back on the farm digging more holes. Knowing that on his last visit my attempt at watering his holes in my own particular style was less than welcomed and also bearing in mind the amount of water which sprayed from something deep in one of his holes, I opted to keep well clear.

Postman is about to make his first delivery since the last regrettable incident and I had already had that warning finger wagged at me a few times. Well, man in yellow digger was driving down past the office when Postman came up the track, so I ran out to greet him hopeful of a Bonio. Man in yellow digger swerved in what I felt was a very exaggerated fashion. Now we have a big hole in the side of the office, Postman has gone home to change his trousers again and Farmer has given The Owner a letter which appears to be addressed to Bill. It can't be a very nice letter to Bill as The Owner has his head in his hands again and appears to be crying. I can't help feeling that they are all blaming me! I'll be in the calf shed if anyone wants me!

The Bloomin' Roses

The Owner was around the garden till quite late last night sniffing at the roses and standing back and admiring etc. Enough to make a dog feel quite nauseous! He came in as dusk settled over the cottage with pollen dusted all over his nose and then started sneezing. He had the nerve to blame me and my hairs for his condition, cheek!

Knowing that it was the pollen dust that caused it I set out this morning to help rectify the problem and 'p'd on all the blooms. It took quite some doing with just the one bladder full of wee, but I managed! He came out the front door and made a bee-line for the rose blooms again and stuffed his nose straight in the first one he came across which just happened to be one that I had watered earlier. He started pulling funny faces and "Phew",ing a lot. I did check it later but it smelled ok to me. I think he's just getting choosey!

The Owners Dads Barbecue

Went to see The Owner's Dad yesterday. The Owner's Dad has a cat. Now , I like cats but I do sometimes find that cats don't understand me! I hadn't seen Cat for quite a while when we got there and the barbie was in full swing. There were tables loaded with little pots and jars of stuff and a big plate of burgers and sausages that I particularly had my eye on.

But I couldn't find the opportunity to get one knocked to the ground without drawing attention to myself. The Owner kept telling everyone not to feed me saying, "He prefers his dried food when he gets home". I mean who is he trying to kid? Anyway, Cat appeared eventually and came to join the gathered throng and jumped up on The Owners Dad's lap. It was at exactly that point that Cat must have seen me and changed direction rapidly using its claws to grip on The Owner's Dad's lap and then launch itself straight across the table, through the plate of burgers most of which landed right in front of me on the floor. The Owners Dad stood up rapidly, grabbing his groin and protesting about claws and pain and stuff, knocking the remaining pots down as well. I tried valiantly to clear the mess up for them, cat hasn't been seen since! I reckon he'll be in the boot room for a week when he shows up again! The Owner was sent down the KFC for replacement food. I must team up with Cat again!

The Cricket Match

After a while I noticed The Owner come creeping back from the cricket match with an empty beer bottle and return to the field a while later carrying a whole pack of full ones. I thought some of the nice people dressed in white must have known me because they kept shouting at the top of their voices "How's Jack!". At least I thought they were!

So I crept out from behind the barbie and joined The Owner and to see who was asking after me. It all went well until one of the nice men in white hit his ball straight at me so I though he wanted to play, so I picked it up and took it back to him. He didn't seem pleased and chased me off the grass. The Owner was laughing loudly and so now we are both banned from the cricket pitch!

The Lawn Mowing

The Owner has been outside this morning giving the lawn what he describes as a light trim. In as much as you can ever give two feet of grass a light trim! It did liberate some of my balls and other toys that I had long forgotten about and one or two other things I probably shouldn't mention here.

Yesterdays badger munching, is still having a profound affect on my bottom and being one who prefers a little privacy when conducting ones ablutions I opted for the long grass as yet uncut. Besides, what he had already cut looked far too clean and nice to do anything on. It would appear he didn't notice it before he ran over it with the rotary mower and there followed much bellowing and changing of shirts etc. I have found a nice cool spot up in the woods behind the barbie out of the way, the cricket match is on over the lane and he has cracked open a beer already so I'll stay up here until time or alcohol has dulled his memory!

Ah, Badger!

Feeling a bit delicate this morning. Went for walkies with The Owner earlier and finally got to that badger up on the hill. I resisted the temptation to roll in it but thought that a quick munch on a bit of it's leg wouldn't hurt. It keeps repeating on me now, perhaps I was a little hasty and should have left it a bit longer before sampling!

I'm not under the desk today instead I am laying in the door way, The Owner thinks I am doing so to enjoy the sun. Truth is that as the door is open, if I am half outside he can't notice the rather dodgy affect the badger appears to be having on my digestive tract! Hopefully it will soon pass!

Ooops, excuse me again!

The Wet Leg

I spent the night at the back of the cupboard under the stairs, thought it safest. Come breakfast time, hunger and a bladder full to bursting point forced me to reveal my whereabouts and I came skulking out of my hiding place. The Owner was stood there by my food dish with his hands on his hips frowning. This was not going to be my most auspicious start to a day!

I did my very best walking to heel all the way to work this morning, I think The Owner was pleased with me a little and when we got there another hoomun was there already, I have seen him with The Owner at the pub. From a quick sniff at his leg I deduce he has a lady dog at home that I would really like to know so I forgot myself a little and sent her a scent message as us dogs do. The hoomun soon started complaining bitterly about a wet leg. I'm up in the calf sheds if anyone wants me!

Another Ooops!

There's been a bit of a problem it would seem. Something I hadn't allowed for in my plans. The Owner has called Small Boy to tell him what he thought about the jumper etc. and somewhere in the conversation Small Boy mentioned a seemingly insignificant fact that hardly seemed worth a second thought (I hoped). Apparently The Owner was actually wearing it when he last took Small Boy home!

I am now at the back of the cupboard under the stairs, he'll never think of looking for me behind the Dyson! I could be here for some time!

The Jumper discovered

Tee Hee, my little ruse worked! The Owner spotted the corner of something poking out from under the bed and when he investigated he pulled the rest of the jumper out. Fortunately there were so many paw prints on it they blended into one so nothing obvious to link it to me. Snigger! He is having a rant as I write and is threatening to ring up small boy and let him know what he thinks about the whole matter.

Hiding The Jumper

The Owner's cousin came to see us today, he's from a very long way away! They kept talking about Oz, not sure but I think that may be near Swindon. Whilst they were all busy down the bottom of the garden with the barbie I thought it was time to use a bit of canine cunning and drag The Owners jumper upstairs and hide it under Small Boys bed ready for when he comes up next weekend. Should divert the flack I hope.

The Pink Trousers

Feeling inspired by his need to clear up the spilt tea earlier this morning, The Owner started looking behind cupboards and under things tutting and muttering about dust and cobwebs as he went. There's only him and I here and I'm terrified of that damn vacuum cleaner so quite who he thought he was tutting about escapes me. Unable to get out in the garden there then followed a day of frantic activity with a duster.

I tried to help but I wasn't appreciated so I sat and watched. Things were going well until the washing machine finished. I knew it would happen! He now has a rather fashionable pink pair of trousers which he tells no-one in particular that they were wearing thin anyway. I think they were the ones we had to drive to Bath to get only two weeks ago! Fortunately he got fed up with cleaning before he got to the boot room, I was worried he may have come across his jumper I have been using as a blanket to lay on.

The Spilt Tea

I'm in the boot room already this morning! I had my breakfast and went up the garden to do what doggies do best in gardens. Breakfast is my favourite! It's raining outside and when I came in again The Owner had picked up his Sunday paper after having rummaged through the big heap that comes through the door on a Sunday morning and made a mess, then settled down with his cup of tea on the settee that I am allowed on.

Well thats what I normally do! Climb up on it with him and snuggle down for a cuddle while he reads the paper and rants a lot. Unusually he isn't ranting at me so that's why I like it. I was only a little bit wet from the garden! He jumped as if in some kind of protest at my dampness, I jumped to get out of his way and only slightle knocked his mug of hot tea. So now I'm in the boot room and his trousers and the cushion covers are in the washing machine. He won't want to wear those trousers when they come out, even I can see they are going to be a pinky shade of orange!

Last night's takeaway

Why does he do it? The Owner I mean. Last night I ventured back in from the boot room as I hadn't heard him start cooking his dinner and I normally get given a Bonio when he has his dinner. Bonio's are my favourite! He's fidgiting! Then he jumps up grabs his keys saying that a nice pizza, a bottle of wine and a video are whats called for tonight. I've never had pizza but I'm sure they would be my favourite.

When he gets back he's got beer, kebab and a video. Even I wouldn't touch one of them kebabs! Every time he goes to the pizza shop he gets as far as the kebab van and loses his way. Now, as usual, he keeps running upstairs holding his belly. He have been better off having some of that dead badger on the hill he tries to keep me away from! Look out! There he goes again up the stairs.

The nice Vet

Hah! That's better, he's grumpy again! Normal service has been restored! I now know why he has been so happy today, the joke has been on me. It's been the day for my annual visit to vitnery and he seems to find it funny what they do to me with that thermometer.

Having a small problem with lack of descending in the little boys department she has to have a quick check round to make sure all is in order, which I have to say is not an altogether unpleasant experience. If I whince a bit on the walkies later I may get taken back for another go another time. Now the laugh is on him as he's had to pay the bill so he's all grumpy again. The equilibrium has been restored! Now, where's the boot room? Think I may make myself scarce!

The Owner has his "Happy Head" on!

Not sure what is up with The Owner today. He was up early! It's been rather unnerving as he has been nice to me all day so far. I thought I even saw a smile on his face when he went to collect his mail this morning from the sorting office. We saw Postman whilst we were there; the one who wet himself yesterday when he brought my fan mail out for me. He was hiding behind a heap of mail bags when we got there making strange noises and smelling faintly of urine. The Owner went straight over and shook his hand and wished him a good day. After yesterday I'm not sure even I would have shook Postman's hand, I saw what he did with it! I'll keep you posted on The Owner, I think he may be sickening for something.

Collecting MY mail

The Owner still hasn't blamed me over Postman not delivering to us anymore. But when we went to collect our mail today he got into a right row with the sorting office staff. I had got more fan mail! Addressed, as you would expect, to Jack Labrador, they wouldn't give it to him coz he hadn't got any i.d. on him for one Jack Labrador.

Argue as much as he could that I was just a dog, actually he said a rude word when he said 'just a dog' but I pretended not to hear, they insisted that it must be given to the addressee. So he told them that Jack Labrador was out in the car if they insisted. So postman was sent out to give the package to me. It was the same one I had made the mistake with last weeekend! Postman wet himself again! Not sure they will be delivering to us any day soon!

The trip to see Peter Borough

I've been out with The Owner for the day today, in the car. Car's are my favourite! He was up really early this morning and put his smart clothes on. He normally leaves me behind when he wears that, says I get him covered with hair. Well covered with hair works for me! Then he said come on we are going to see Peter Borough, not sure who he is but we did drive a long way.

I don't think Peter Borough could have been in coz he stayed a while and talked to some people and then drove me all the way back again. I rekon Peter will be in trouble when he catches up with him!

The Birthday Drink

"So", he said opening a beer can. "It's your birthday! Tell you what, try some of this", pouring the contents of his can into a glass ashtray. I, forever gullible and never one to turn down anything I can eat or drink, indulged him.

For the next couple of hours my legs would do absolutely nothing that I asked of them in an orderly fashion and this morning I have an army of gun dogs with heavy boots thundering around inside my head! Does he wake up feeling like this every morning? No wonder he is always grumpy!

The Last Delivery

Postman came this morning, to the office. I was expecting the usual head in hands mantra thing from The Owner "How Much!?" etc. But Postman had one of those grinning faces on and I thought he must have brought me at least The Owner's Moonpig card. He handed The Owner a letter and he made him sign something and then they started talking.

The Owner started waving his hands about and talking even louder and Postman left without giving me a Bonio even though I was doing my little dance by the biscuit bucket. The Owner put me in the car and we had to go and collect his mail from the post office in town. It seems that after my little incident with the wrong Postman on Saturday, thePostman won't deliver his mail and we have to go and get it. I'm keeping a low profile at the moment. So far he is blaming the Post Office for having a "Bunch of wimps" as postmen. It may not stay that way!

The Hot Tea on the Lap Routine

I only forgot myself twice over the weekend, first time was at the pub. The Owner, having done the washing and the lawns decided a cup of tea and what he calls "a quiet hour" watching the funny looking cars going round the track on the telly. I mean, too noisy and where would you put a dog in them? He always finishes up shouting at the telly during his "quiet hour" anyway! Small boy got his coat out which usually means going for a walk with him. I don't do walkies with small boys, only The Owner! I forgot myself and jumped on The Owner's lap to escape. He was on the settee that I am not allowed on and he had a mug of hot tea in his hand. An easy mistake to make I felt! Tea everywhere and a lot more shouting but not at the telly this time! I took myself off to the boot room out of the way!

It's my Birthday!

Birthday? Is it mine? Do dogs do birthdays? Perhaps that explains why The Owner was wandering around annoying me the other day with that ruddy Moonpig theme tune! He does love me! I've never had a birthday before, I thought it was only hoomuns did them. I will be especially nice to Postman today!

The Visit to The Pub

The Owner must have forgotten about Postman coz he did take me to the pub! I like pubs they really are my favourite! I have to be on a lead in there, pub rules, and the owner had the lead round his wrist when he went to the bar and got a glass of wine for himself and an orange juice for the small boy. Some nice lady said hello to me as he picked up the glasses so I went to say hello to her. Next thing was, he starts to throw all the drinks from the glasses over the floor and blamed me! I think he must be suffering still from the same bad drink he had last time we went to the pub. I may have to stop him going I think, if he can't behave himself. Dinner's late this evening!

The Postman's Revenge

Oh dear! I was in the garden earlier, when Postman came. I saw his van and bent on revenge for not giving me a Bonio the other day, went right up the top of the garden and waited for him to get up to the front door. Then I launched my charge! Down through the cherry orchard, round the trees, past the satelite dish, heckles up baying for blood. Wrong Postman! The relief was on today. Postman wet himself! The Owner had to help him clean himself up and I'm in the boot room again. Well how was I to know?!? He drove the same red van! I'm thinking I'm not going to be taken to the pub this lunch time!

The Riverside Pub

Oh such fun, I managed to get The Owner wet from both sides! The first one was usual, retrieve rock from river......place on bank behind The Owner......shake vigorously. At this point The Owner shreaks with delight (I think) as well as the people on the next table. Next came my 'piece de resistence'. He didn't see me run under the table and drop a rock, so I shook myself vigorously just to let him know I was there. You should have seen the inside of the car when he got me home. The Owner is out there now with his Dyson cleaning it. It is raining this morning, he doesn't appear to be happy!

The Small Boy is coming!!

Off to collect the small boy now, this is my favourite! I get to play in the river for an hour whilst The Owner has a pint and then I've got a whole weekend to see what I can get away with whilst getting the small boy the blame. It's nice to have someone else to shoulder some of the onerous responsibility for blame I have to carry.

The Night Out

I did go out last night with him! Going out is my favourite! Dunno what happened but that funny thing on the wall started making a noise, I think it must have been upset coz he picked it up and cuddled it to the side of his head and talked to it for a while. When he put it down he was walking around singing and he seemed to have forgotten about the paws on the shirt incident.

Then he put me in the car and we went to the pub, pubs are my favourite! He met a nice young lady and I liked her, she kept telling me how nice I am and made a real fuss of me. In fact she made a fuss of me most of the night and left The Owner to enjoy his pint at the other end of the table. Not sure what I did but he definitely had a bit of a strop with me on the way home. Perhaps his beer was off!

Being Left at Home

Oops! I've been doing my doggy best to make up for the damage to the kitchen last night after the bath (hosepipe) and I think I have just undone it all! It's been raining here today and I've just been outside in the garden doing what doggies do best in the garden. I came rushing back trying to show him how pleased I am etc. Put my paws in the middle of his chest as I jumped up at him.

He's got muddy paw prints in the middle of his chest now! He's going out tonight, although I guess not in his clean white shirt from the way he has just thrown it in the washing machine and I am getting the feeling I won't be going with him somehow. Perhaps I can drag his jumper out from behind the fridge and lay on that again for the evening. If he didn't like the paw prints on the shirt he won't like the jumper when he finds it!

The Fight

We had a fight last night, The Owner and me. He wasn't going to let me into the house until he had washed me down. I mean, with a hosepipe!!!!! He thinks he won and tells me I smell nice and fragrant now, but you should see the kitchen now! He smelled a little damp and musty for the rest of the evening as well :) I must find a way to get back up there and do it again. Because I can! Alright!

The Dead Badger

I've been sent under the desk and I suspect I'll be sent to the boot room when I get home but oh boy it was worth it! The Owner's friend Annie came round and offered to take me for a walk with my little friend Phoebe this afternoon. On the hill I found a dead badger, they are my favourite!

The Owner wasn't around to get jealous and Annie didn't seem to mind until I got into the car when she went a funny colour. So I rolled in it! But I think I smell particularly good now! I don't think The Owner is quite so sure.

The Postman

I'm feeling a little let down this morning! My new best friend Postman came and the owner did his usual thing of putting his head in his hands and moaning. I think it must be some religious thing because he always says the same mantra. "How much?" Over and over.

After him bringing me treats last week I thought he was my friend, but I did my best little dance over by the bucket where The Owner keeps my biscuits. Not a thing! He's not my best friend any more! I shall plot my revenge!

Destroying the Computer

After my bath in the trough up on the hill, the owner went to the office for me to "dry out for half an hour". That was five hours ago but I nearly stopped all his computers permanently, which would at least have meant that I could have had a walkies again. The Owner had been listening to the music with them funny things on his ears when someone kncoked at the door selling a funny paper, which didn't seem to please The Owner somehow.

Even less when I ran out from under the table to help and got tangled up with all the wires. He spent several hours with loads of boxes around him with bits of wires sticking out of them and I thought he was crying at one point. I tried to help but he seemed to be cross stil so I went and sat under the desk just in case.

Thoughts on a Bath

The Owner took me for a bath today. Bath's are my favourite! No, honestly, they are! But why does he always get warm water and bubbles?

Jack's Bathroom

The Owner has one like this but I'm not allowed in it, I suspect his one is warmer!

Now, where's that towel? I have soap in my eyes!

The Garden Centre

We've been to the garden centre today, garden centre's are my favourite. The Owner always visits the pet's section and brings me back a treat. I like treats! He put all the seats down and put loads of plants all over the floor of the car and left me a little space in the corner to sit. That was ok until some yoof pulled up beside him at the traffic lights in a fast car and he wanted to prove he was fastest...

He pulled away so fast that I stumbled onto the plants. He said "Oh no, Jack!" so I sat down where I was. Always best to sit if you're in trouble. It seems that where I was perhaps wasn't the best place to sit. We've been back to the garden centre again to get more plants only this time I didn't get any treats. Dinner seems late tonight!

The Postman

When the postman brings envelopes to The Owner he normally groans so I growl as well and then I get told off. Today Postman came up the pathway and I started to practice my best growl when he gave me a letter from an anonymous fan. There were treats in it.... for me! I like treats, they are my favourite. In fact I don't know why The Owner grumbles when Postman comes. I like Postman now, he is my favourite!

The Missing Car

The Owner is in a good mood this morning! Don't think he's realised yet we have to walk back for the car. We're off to The Owner's neice's wedding today, dogs do weddings they're my favourite. I've even done my little excited run out round the bush and back a couple of times. What IS a wedding? Should I be having one?

The Owner's good mood has evaporated! He's been outside and realised the car is not there and he's got to walk and get it. I think he has just remembered my little mistake with the guinea pig last night as well. I think I'll go and find a nice sunny spot up the garden some where.

The Guinea Pig

Well, I've got The Owner back from the pub. We had to walk, but I like walkies. The Owner let me off the lead so I found him a present. Well it seemed only fitting! Well it looked like a rabbit to me and that's what I do, bring rabbits back. Apparently it was a Guinea Pig, but it was dark so an easy mistake to make I felt. It was alright when I gave it to him, stunned, but alright. I'm in the boot room again!!!!!!

The Village Pond

Me and The Owner are going to the pub tonight. Pubs are my favourite. I keep him on just the two drinks as a safety precaution. He had a few more one Sunday afternoon and we had to walk home. I like walks home from the pub, but on this occassion he decided that the walk should go through the village pond. I was on a lead and had to go with him. Now if I had done that he would have sent me to the boot room again!

Ooops!

Decided I may come back in and give The Owner a second chance. I crept in from the Bootroom as much on my belly as I could manage after clearing up the bag of food I knocked over. Nobody told me that he had got the wire attached to the laptop across the door way. There was a big crash! ... I'm back in the boot room. Door closed this time!

Problems

I think the owner had a problem today, there was water running everywhere and a big yellow thing was called. The driver dug a big hole outside the office door and water sprayed everywhere. They all stood round thehole and looked excited so I ran around looking excited and sprayed some of my own water. The Owner wasn't pleased with me! I've taken myself off to the boot room tonight! I'll lay on his jumper again!

The Stick in the Pond

We had a nice walk in to work this morning, the sun was shining and warm and we stopped for a look at the pond. It's a peaceful spot, where they used to drive the horses and carts into it to wash the wheels and hooves at the end of the day before putting them to bed for the night. Then he threw a stick in ! Hello... I'm a Labrador....... We retrieve things..........That's what we do.........! Now he's got a strop on with me coz I'm all wet and he reckons I smell. I've now been sent under the desk out of the way.

The Walk to Work

There was lots to sniff at on the way to work this morning and even tried to get in the stream to see where that otter had gone to. The Owner called me away, I expect he's jealous! That badger on the side of the road is starting to get particularly interesting, I think if I give it a few more days it should be about ready to roll in. I think The Owner has got his eye on it as well coz he keeps calling me away from it. I may have to employ a little doggy subtifuge here and get far enough ahead on our walk to work that he can't get to me before I get my shoulder right down in it!