22.30 Sunday

There is little more galling than sharing your evening meal with a pregnant dog only to have the dog return it in still identifiable pieces a short while later. To add insult to injury, Shadow, who can be a windy dog at the best of times, has a touch of diarrhoea and excessive quantities of smelly wind before we even get as far as the rest of the cleaning up that will be required. My Mistress would very much like to open a window, but that is not going to help in keeping the temperature up. I guess she is stuck with a hot smelly room. I wonder how long Shadow will make us all wait. Time for bed for me!