My dog is neglected, tonight he did not eat his food with grand enthusiasm. He has our back yard, his is no longer the house dog that can carry on on the couch or sniff around the fridge and the bin or flop down on the cool tiles of the basement. His an outside dog on a heshan mat his coat full of dust. I give his backside a wacking when I come in and out of the door.

He stands under the clothes line with me, his nose sticking inbetween wet things and his tail kind of ready to wag. Sometimes he waits with his ball right at the end of his nose, his chin on the ground and his eyes open staring at me - throw the ball, play, play?

I am busy, the next job already planned and ready to go. How I love ticking things off on a list. Darling doggie are you on my list, your hairs all over my smart pants and in my baby's mouth?

I must put worming tablets on the shopping list - this might be the problem.