I had a bit of an accident in Tesco’s the other day (no not that sort of accident-I’m a big boy now.) I was walking down one of the aisles being a very good boy, (he really was! - G) when suddenly some beer bottles fell off the shelf and smashed on the ground. Between you and me it might have been my tail.  Whatever, they came crashing to the ground. The staff were very understanding and didn’t tell us off. It smelt wonderful.  I was willing to help clear up but they said they were worried about the broken glass. I think they just didn’t want me to have the beer!

I have been out and about looking at the decorations that have appeared everywhere. I’ve decided what I want for Christmas. We went to a garden centre and I spent ages looking at the pets. My favourite was the rabbits.

The “haircut” saga rumbles on. Wendy, our new supervisor, met us in the Grafton Centre and watched me work. She was very impressed and said because I am such a good boy and that I don’t pull,  I don’t need to have “the snip” for at least another month. (He won't pull much after that! Ed.) “He’ll get it when he gets more restless and excited,” she said.

Hey, don’t they ever learn – I’m a cool dude!   I’m perfect just the way I am.  Yo! Gill; just give me a comb will ya?

I’m just a little troubled.  I’m sure it’s just psychological but when I go to the toilet one of my back legs seems to lift slowly off the ground.  I stared at it and tried to put it down but nothing happened.  I guess it’s the stress.  It isn’t easy being a celebrity.