Lady Charlotte Beagledad

is bored. The other dogs are sleeping the day away. It's too cold to leave the back door open so she can't come and go as she pleases. She's tried waking Dad up to no avail. She's tried getting Uncle Storm's attention. She knows better than to disturb her mother.

Good news. The dogs weren't bothered by the neighbours' cockerel when he crowed at 5.20am. Neither did they bark at him at 5.25, 5.30, 5.35, 5.40, 5.45, 5.50, 5.55, 6.00, 6.05, 6.10, 6.15... He was still squawking when I left the house at 8am. Roast chicken anyone?