I was very disappointed when I put my nose out of doors this morning. No more sunshine, just grey and overcast, and cold. Sometimes it's like this for a long time. Being a dog, though, I just accept what comes. There are still cats to be hunted - and the dustbin men to bark at!

(dad: it's a wonder the dustbin men still empty our dustbin after enduring five years of hysterical barking from a certain individual every week!)