Plotting in the sun

Mmmm, let me see, I've walked through my own faeces, eaten his trainers, chewed the corner of the kitchen units, ignored the whippet until she has started sleeping in her sunning spot then dive bombed her on the head, scratched to get out the door and done a wee in the garden (got a treat for that) then ran back in and pissed on the floor (didn't get a treat for that just a kick up the arse), eaten my own bodyweight in food, sneezed in a few faces, chewed every toy. What next? Oh, aye, I need to find a quiet corner for a shite.