I'm complaining about the weather again. It's really hot. I've spent the weekend lying around with a wet tea towel over my ears and neck. On the other hand people seem to think it's wonderful. At least it's dry. I get walked very early in the morning and late at night so I don't go out when it's hot. I even have my own fan to keep the air chill and moving. I'm a bit tired this morning, I have to admit. Pam's worried because I'm not hungry. Could be the heat. Then again, I am getting old. I'm ten years and eight months in two weeks. Very old for a Deerhound.

I've met Gavin and Orry this weekend and I introduced Orry to my friend Louis. Orry is a very big dog now. He's very kind though. He doesn't run at me to sniff my bottom. He just runs up, says hello and runs away again. But he comes back to check on me and ask if I'm alright. This must be our old friend Roxy's influence. She was very unwell at the end of her life and Orry always checked her. Yesterday, I was still hanging about Louis, in case he had more biscuits, and I fell behind. Orry came running back to see if I was okay and to keep an eye on me. Sweet boy. I've also really experienced the wind in my hair for the first time, after a walk. When we had the big Mitsubishi Warrior, for Magnus and I, there weren't windows that rolled down. Then in the van there were no windows at all. In Pam's car I have my own windows in the back. Pam and Ewen open all the windows and we go for a drive, up the hill, and I get blown by the wind. Very cooling. I don't even have to stick my head out the window, something I don't want to do in case I get something in my eye. I just sit up and get the full "cool wind in my hair" moment.