Mournful

That's what SHE reckons I look - mournful.  But I wasn't really. Just a bit weary.

Those pesky possums woke me up early this morning, and I did bark quite loud.  I think she had to scrape herself off the ceiling again.  There was a bit of moaning, but we did all get up and I went outside and got ballistic for a bit, then I went back inside for my breakfast.

The neighbours don't need alarm clocks with me around.

We had a good time this afternoon, playing in the garden, and we hung the washing out, and generally messed around.  The weather is just grand.

Do you think I need a hair cut?