Friday December 9
Luckily my 'pox' didn't mean that my breeder Rachel changed her mind about putting SB and me up while Mum and Dad jet off to Mauritius - "working," said Dad; "playing golf in the sun," say I.
We landed in rainy Derbyshire yesterday and already I'm having a ball. A white fluffy teddy plus girls... lots and lots of girls including a particularly tasty one (Kayla) who, for some reason we just cannot get to, however hard we try.
Rachel's even had to put up some wood to stop SB from climbing over our bedroom door. And we were told off last night for keeping Rachel and Philip awake - it wasn't my fault that SB kept whining and barking because he missed my rivetting company.
Dream on, pal...
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