My lovely Badger is exactly the same as me, we’re as identical as twins. Only we're not very alike. We’re both white and black, but I’m short and stumpy and he’s tall and rather grand looking. I was too excited to see him, so bound up to him, and quick as a flash, I ritually sniffed his tinkle pipe. Quite hideous, I know, but I can’t help doing it when I see him. I don’t do it to other dogs, just lovely Badge. He has the longest legs I’ve seen on a dog. They go upwards forever, so he has to bend down to say hello to me. I’m a bit confused though as some bounder called Arthur Itis has apparently got his legs. It was confusing to hear this as they were most definitely there with us, on Badger, not being used by anyone other than him. So this Arthur fellow best stay clear and leave Badger's legs where they are else he’ll have me to deal with.

Now we’re at the end of a lovely week. It appears Friday comes around quickly. Maybe I’m getting old? They say time goes faster when you get older. Eek, that’s not a nice thought.

Sarah told me today that she’s much more relaxed about achieving her goals. She gave herself a bit of a tough time in the beginning, but now she knows it doesn’t really matter very much if she doesn’t take me out every day. What does matter is that she doesn’t lose heart and give up. And, since she’s taken that line, she has found it easier to get out. Apparently, it’s called something complicated, like the acceptance paradox. Which I’m sure you’d love to hear more about, but I will not bore you on a Friday afternoon, not when there’s dinner to be eaten. That’s for sure. Geronimo… sticky licky plate, here I come!!!!