Friends, my saucy spell is continuing. This morning I rushed into the garden with one of Dad's clean socks from the laundry basket
and hid it behind a rose bush in the flower bed. On our walky today I kept trying to pull at Dad's shoe laces and barking at cows.
Dad says I've had a very cheeky expression on my face all day. I don't know what he means, do you?

Dad: could Pooch be entering a second puppyhood at the age of eight years old?!