Bonjour mes amis. C'est Bastille Day. Pam told me to write that. But yes, hello. Anyway, been at the vet. Tummy a bit off. I saw Kirsty. She was lovely. I had a very sore tummy and she made it better. I think she's amazing. Mirren was definitely in the huff. She didn't get to flirt with Colin. She grumped about it the whole weekend. She really is difficult to please. She couldn't even get excited about being on a golf course and meeting Ricky Fowler. I mean... Ricky Fowler! Oh, Pam's back from her holidays. Ewen had a word with me and told me to be a bit more obvious about being glad to have her home. So I tried to jump up on her and got a row. A guy can't win.
Mirren Saturday14th July
Pam came back last night. Thank goodness. Sanity returns. And of course I get massive big cuddles. Magnus tried to put his paws on her shoulders!!!! Really not a good idea but she was very pleased he tried. Devastated I didn't see Colin at the vet last week but at least Kirsty stopped that terrible smell coming out of Magnus's bottom. Yes we've had some interesting walks at the beach and on golf courses. I have no idea why Ewen and Magnus got so excited about Ricky Fowler? Why are they excited by golf? I don't know. At least Ewen took some gorgeous portraits of me. I look fabulous. The wind rippling through my hair. Stunning.
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