I\u2019ve cut my chin. When my mistress asked me how I had done it I tried suggesting I was shaving but she didn\u2019t seem to believe me. The truth is I have no idea how I did it. It\u2019s in one of those few awkward places that you can\u2019t lick. It was funny having my mistress rub some antiseptic cream in to make sure I was ok. I asked if I could have one of the \u2018Winnie the Pooh\u2019 plasters that she puts on the kids too, I\u2019d rather like an Eeyore one, but she said it would stick to my fur and be horrible to get off. I suppose there wouldn\u2019t have been many people around to see it, so I don\u2019t mind too much.<\/p>\n
Now I am not one to complain about a bit of dirt, but even I am noticing it is getting a little gritty underfoot. We have a driveway made up of little stones and last week a man came to get rid of all the little plants growing between them and replace them with sand. The first problem was that he used a high powered water jet to clean them out and also managed to wash all the post in the post box. This included one of my mistress\u2019s birthday cards that had been written in ink and on which the only remaining word visible inside was \u2018Friday\u2019. We worked out by a process of elimination who it was from but it wasn\u2019t easy. The second problem is that the man has rather overfilled the gaps with sand and we keep walking it into the house. I\u2019m sure it will be ok in a few months, but in the meantime it is very odd having the feeling of sand between your toes without even leaving the house.<\/p>\n
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