In bed with Bertie Bassett

There is groaning emanating from the human. I think she's sick. Whatever it is, my morning constitutional consisted of being punted out in the field at stupid o'clock and my feed being emptied over the gate. That was the last I saw of her.

I have my suspicions. It all stemmed from the purchase of some liquorice allsorts that were meant to be sent to somewhere foreign where they don't get them but they didn't fit in the parcel. Because the human has a similar outlook to food as ME, they didn't stick around too long on the kitchen table but the human obviously has a very delicate constitution as they didn't seem to agree. At all. This is where I did my "prick up ears and look cute" thing as food going spare is always a bonus and I have been reliably informed by Uncle "C" that liquorice is GOOD and YUMMY.

Uncle C is WRONG. Ewwww, yuck, cue running around in circles spitting bits out everywhere. What is IN those things? Actually, looking at the packet, it contains cow. Oooh I feel all peculiar. No wonder the human is poorly although I think it was rather more QUANTITY that did for her...

Now if someone could get her out of bed to get me some nice crunchy carrots.....