Greeting loyal readers. Yesterday was a holiday, here in New Zealand. It was Anzac day. A time to remember fallen soliders. Mummy and daddy were at home, but brother and sister were at school. As loyal readers know brother was a rugby camp during the holidays. Imagine her surprise when she read the local paper and there was a photo of brother at camp. The rugby coach had brought in army instructors to take the boys through a tough physical training regime, similar to what regular army soldiers do, and there was a photo of him doing some excersises. You can read the link to the article: http://www.wanganuichronicle.co.nz/news/military-might-work-for-team/1357326/
Where mummy works, it is tradition that every Thursday afternoon someone brings a plate for afternoon tea. It is called TATs (Thursday afternoon tea). Well, this week it was mummy’s turn. Now, mummy is not one of nature’s natural bakers. It is not that she can’t do it, it is just she would much rather be doing other things, like gardening. So, she got into the kitchen and made two quiches. One to take to work and one for brother and daddy to eat. So, imagine her annoyance when she went to get the quiche out of the fridge to take to work, and there was a piece missing. Brother had got hungry in the night and thought he’d have a slice of quiche. He knew one was for work but he couldn’t remember which one, so he thought he’d take a chance. For once, someone other than Me and Nellie got yelled out for eating something they shouldn’t. As loyal reader’s know I am very keen on non-doggy food and will do almost anything to get my paws on interesting human food. Why, just last night I was told off because I was trying to break into the chicken run. It is not my fault that the chickens get nice human food, like bread and I wanted my share. Me and Nellie do not get bread. It is not fair that those pesky chickens get bread and Me and Nellie do not. Off Me and Nellie go. A chicken escaped from the chicken run and We must go a woof at it. Love Nellie and Jasper.