Dear Diary

It's just you and me for the next few days while everybody's away again. As usual I had to lend a paw with the packing otherwise they would have taken far too much stuff. I tried to explain that other places have shops but it fell on deaf ears. Then a brilliant idea came to me. I could hide in the suitcase and jump out when we got there. I could see the news headlines," 'arve, le brave. Le baggage binkying bunny," but as I knew they were going to France I changed my mind. Frogs and snails should be in the garden, not on plates thank you very much. A bit of crusty baguette can be tasty but it's not worth the journey.
There's a new hidey-hole in the kitchen. A sort of tent with cushions inside has been fixed up and there is a stool to climb on so I can reach the window seat. The tent is OK, quite cosy, but I would rather be under my big table to see what's going on. And what if Pauline the Postie can't find me when it's crunchy time? I like to be beside my bowls when I hear the back door rattle, it saves her such a lot of time.
The Canadians have gone away with them. I pee'd in their bedroom just to show them it's really mine and they shouldn't be there so I was under a bit of a cloud when they left. Time for a zizz before Simon or my Joanne comes to check me and say goodnight.

One carrot, two carrots, two and a half carrots ........