Spot's Spot

Hi folks, it's Django here.     I know you're going to miss me while I'm not living with Mum, having some bonding time with Dad you know, so thought I'd produce the odd update.

Well, they could have warned me!   I should have been suspicious by the way Mum was feeding me up and letting me get fat.... it's bloody freezing up here in Airshire Scootland.  They have some sadistic streak which means I only seem to come here in the winter, what's that all about?

So, Monday morning while I was still tired from our long drive up on Sunday, Dad takes me out to the forest and expects me to go to work with him.  Well I can tell you, I made a point of letting him know I was NOT happy and please could I stay in the van??  

Apparently I can't wear my nice fleece lined coat because I'm likely to get caught up on bits of tree and strangle myself or something; besides if I run around in it I get an awful sweat on, not to mention the chafing (oooh).

I have no idea how long I am staying here but I did hear talk about 'Christmas', so I'm going to have to have a little chat with Dad and get things straight about what's expected.