Roger

It's amazing how much you can get done in a short space of time when you have to. Despite getting up at 7.30 we were done and dusted and in Leiston by 9.30. That might sound like a lot of time, but I take a while to come to in the morning, and need a cup of tea and a read of the paper online before I can even consider Hugo's and my breakfast. All that done, we had to have a decent walk before we left, and then stop at Waitrose for a lunchtime sandwich and a free latte. Sammy was having the boy for the day while I did my volunteering shift, and when we entered her house it became like bedlam. Stella, the chunky lab cross staffy went berserk with joy at seeing her old friend again, and Hugo, firmly held on the lead, barked his head off trying to get at her. "Is that Hugo or Stella?" I kept asking in disbelief. Sammy assured me she had it all under control and I could leave, so I bade a hasty retreat for the best part of five and a half hours. When I returned she had news for me. "You know you said Hugo doesn't have a sex drive?" she asked mischievously. "Well he has been rogering Stella on and off all day!" So that would appear to be that. The balls have to go. I can't have him behaving sexually when we're out walking. The little so-and-so has discovered his virility and is delighting in it, as hinted at yesterday by his overt attention towards little Darcey.

He's still my baby though, and when we got home, both tired after the day's antics, we stretched out on the sofa together where he pressed up close and allowed me to stroke his dear head while he patted my leg with his paw. I think he enjoyed his day, but he was so pleased to be home again. I'll make an appointment for the chop as soon as the vet opens tomorrow, and he can have his teeth cleaned at the same time. Topping and tailing. He won't know which end to worry about. I hope he doesn't miss his manhood. Poor little boy.