Good day pack,

It was the perfect summer warm late evening and I judged it time to take Male staff for his last walk of the day as he had been glancing at the sherry bottle with increasing regularity. We strolled down Los Garcias main street enjoying the scents of jasmine. As we return to our close I usually let him off the lead as even for him it seems unlikely he would get lost in 50 metres. I raced ahead, up the drive and slid to a halt.

There was an interloper on my estate, I raced around the building and caught a glimpse of a scaly tail as Roland Rattus (please note my command of latin), ran towards the log pile.

As Male staff trudged up the driveway I tried to make him aware of our visitor but two paws are not the brightest of beings...

Good day pack,

I hope you are keeping safe and sticking to the safety measures.

That brings me to another issue. Now the weather is becoming a little cooler my staff are up and about before me, I feel a little longer in bed is a pleasure not to be ignored. Invariably staff has prepared my breakfast and by the time I arise Male staff is hunched over his copy of The Racing Post, Female staff playing on her computer. Enough of this idleness I bark and glare at Male staff. He reluctantly shifts off his bar stool in the kitchen and goes to fetch the lead. I wait and hold my counsel . Invariably we get to the bottom of the drive and I shout ‘ Muzzle', I sit patiently as Male staff, a creature of small brain slinks back to collect his muzzle. Eventually I take him for his morning walk.

On the issue of 2 paws’ muzzles, masks I think they call them, I was strolling down the rambla taking Male staff for his morning walk after the rigmarole of him forgetting his ‘mask', as usual. I asked him when he had changed his mask,