Today Dad's been working at home, but although it's nice to have his company I've felt inclined
to catch up on my beauty sleep after yesterday's walky. I'm not as young as I used to be.
Dad says I snore loudly and whimper when I'm dreaming, and my paws twitch. But surely it must be
his imagination? That sounds far too undignified for a prospective presidential pooch!
After all, who knows what secrets I might reveal in my sleep!

Dad: apologies for being behind with comments...