Hello, Muppet reporting in here....
Just on this computer thing while mum is in the shower coz she smells. Keeps muttering things about dust up her nose, in her ears etc, she has nothing to worry about, you should see the size of my ears.
Well despite the steak antics I have been soooo good. I have spent most of badminton being stroked, walked and fed (although not strictly at meal times). We are at home now and the bonio crisis has been averted.
Mum did by me this sort of flashing necklace thing so she can find me in the camp site at night. She thinks its great but I reckon it's going to give me an epeleptic fit shortly, thank god its not on all the time.
There also seem to be a lot of bags with the word Joules on them, which I am about to investigate, I don't think there is any food in them but there appears to be some snugglely fleecy things in there, i do hope its not more pyjamas!
Camping Hound Extrordinaire over and out!
