I was a wee bit upset at my MOT when Colin said I had some tartar on my teeth. Everyone who knows me knows I have remarkably beautiful teeth.

White, strong, great gums. I've given the comment a lot of thought and I realise it's partly my own fault. When Magnus was around we used to tussle over a stick and then give it a good chew together. Magnus had rubbish teeth, poor guy. I, on the other hand, have always maintained great teeth. I've chewed the odd stick with Murphy but because of Covid, he's not been around so much. Pam and Ewen have threatened cleaning my teeth for me. Much as I would accept their administrations I thought I'd better get on with it myself.

This morning I remembered what a brilliant pastime chewing a stick is. I found a tooth chew stick which was still attached to the tree. It was perfect. Gave it a good chewing. The fact it was still attached meant it was like chewing with another dog. I felt very chuffed at myself. Good walk too.