Sunday
Not feeling too good myself this morning, I think I had swallowed a few bits of tennis ball in the excitement of watching the rugby last night.

Cheered up after breakfast and a walk, though.

Chris and Annie went out and left me in a shady bit of the garden.  The guard came to sit with me while we ensured the house [and my remaining bits of tennis ball] were safe from intruders.  I think he wanted to play with my ball, but no way!

Later when Chris and Annie returned we all sat on the terrace, drinking tea, reading papers and chewing a bone.  [They had the tea, I had the bone].

A walk, supper and an evening watching TV.  Not too exciting!  But I am pretty tired and really had to drag myself out for my evening pipi.  I was FORCED out and not allowed back in until I'd done it.

Monday
Really wet, raining and cold. Chris and Annie seem to think that it is reasonable for me to play with my ball in the garden instead of going for a walk.  I think I made it plain that I do NOT fetch wet balls.  Annie has a cold so I followed her around while she did the housework, making comforting noises and looking longingly at the bag containing my treats.  She misunderstood and brushed me [while sneezing all over me].  While brushing -rather vigorously I must say - she explained to me that she will soon be well as it's just a cold, not a man's cold which is apparently much worse and can make you very grumpy.

Back to my bed until the rain stops.  This was a pretty boring day as Annie slept most of it.  Chris took me for a nice walk though.