I can always tell when Mummy’s up to something.  She tells us things with a very serious tone of voice, and I don’t really understand what she’s saying about France and stuff.  But she’s been making lists and leaving them by our cages and things like that.  She mutters about how much food to leave in the fridge, and whether we’ve got enough hay.

I just hope she isn’t going to pack that big blue bag of hers.

At least we had some fun in the garden at the weekend.

Dougall in the shade

Dylan