It’s a little funny living in a home that has produced two artists. The younger one is a full-time practising artist; her older sister is also an artist but has diverted onto another career path. Yet apparently my antics spurred her on to produce a portrait of me on the shopping list board in the kitchen. I think it shows a very good likeness of my more playful side. She did however get my name a little wrong. She clearly confused me with a placename in Co. Galway, because I was born in the Bearna area. But as I pointed out to Róisín, my portraitist, my name is Berna. I don’t know any other dogs who are named Berna. Since I started this blog, I know that I can please the Boss and Máire by obeying their commands to sit. I love the little treats I get when I do that. I have developed a fondness for shredding old newspaper which they have put on the floor for some odd reason. The dratted squeaky rabbit continues to squeak at me, but now I prefer to play with empty eggboxes and the cylindrical cardboard inside of rolls of kitchen paper.