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.

Oh my goodness ! The rain was so heavy last night I got really scared. Pam cuddled me up in my star blanket so I felt better and we all went to bed. It seems the best thing to do in this weather. Rain! Rain! Rain! Anyway, Pam had some of the ladies round on Friday night. I stayed with them, on my furry, wrapped in my star blanket to keep cosy.

I'd just been out for an early evening walk and had been very wet and cold. I got cuddles from Lala and Jacqui and I even belched in Lala's face. She knows that means I love her. Jacqui was worried about young Orry. It's the first time he's been left for more than half an hour since he came to live with them. Jacqui had visions of him chewing the house. The boy is more intelligent than that. He'll just chill down and have a quiet and peaceful snooze. And that's what he did!!

Still a bit wet but getting warmer. Pam has bought plants! I have had a very successful week. I've met Lala and Uncle Mikey. I have chased a cat properly. Right up the street and round a car. Pam said I looked like a cheetah on the Serengeti. Slept well that day. Things are easing up here in the Covid lock down. Both of the parents were out two nights. I am not happy about this. I may get peace but no-one is here to feed me treats and give me water. I subjected them to cold stares, refusal to eat (until they added pate) and general huffiness. I think I achieved my objective. They both look very subdued and guilty!!

It seems all I do is moan about the weather. It's been very, very wet. Talk about 40 days and 40 nights! It has been inordinately cold as well for this time of year. Pam and Ewen worry about me getting chilled because my hair is so much thinner and then I also have my bald patch. It is bald. No signs of hair just some fluff. When we came back in, soaked, the other day, they dried me off and wrapped me in this starry, fluffy wrap. I fell asleep almost immediately. I was so cosy and warm.

And then, just to make my week. My friend Louis is back cutting the greens on the golf course. Hearing his cutter puts a spring in my step and I "race off" to say hello and get a biscuit. I really like Louie. xxx

It is not warm. Neither is it dry. I've had to wear the hood up on my Red Riding Hood coat. And it's May for goodness sake. Pam and Ewen have been trying to do some gardening but it's too cold to plant anything. We watched some sparrows shredding the remaining pansies yesterday. They like doing that. Been feeling rather frisky recently. I've now chased rabbits, birds and a cat. Pam is a little bit annoyed at the cat because it lies in wait under the bird table. Not very nice of it. It doesn't look hungry it's just wanting something to play with.

Pam says my bald bits look like a heart and that she loves me and all my beautiful imperfections..

I have T-shirt to wear when I'm out. It has my pink "Drama Queen" scarf attached. It's really to stop my bald bit getting sunburnt. Apparently, dogs and cats are susceptible to skin cancer if bald. I've never been one for sunbathing which is why my skin is still quite firm and pink. The T-shirt also hides my bald patches which is always good on the looking good front. It's cool but keeps the draughts off. On that note, I was snapped at tonight by a small chap called, Hugo. My height and beauty must have intimidated him. Small dog syndrome Pam called. He is a Patterdale. 'Bout the size of a good lunch. No pics of my T-shirt yet but Pam took a photo of me after being brushed. I think I look rather gorgeous.

Off to watch "The Syndicate." Apparently it has a large Wolfhound in it. Might be like seeing Magnus again but then again, the dog, Duke, is played by a lady, like me. Her name is Ava. I hope she becomes a big star. xxxxxxx

Been busy this week. First of all Pam found another cyst. This was quite a big one and apparently quite disgusting inside. Pam likes this sort of thing. They took me to the vet who immediately said she wasn't taking me in because I was already going into meltdown. Quick twirl and I was on my way home. These things are quite common on some breeds. I'm getting them because I'm getting older and my immune system is getting tired. We also popped to see Magnus's axe head on Sunday to give it a bit of a clean and oil. People are starting to see it now and post pictures of their dogs and children near it and on the toadstools. It's very heartening. Someone else has planted a tree and surrounded it with stones so we think it's a memorial too. I hope no-one hurts either of these. We still don't know who took the "Love" stone but I suppose the world is full of people who do inconsiderate things. Getting to be a grumpy old dog! Chased a cat the other day. Well I trotted after it and it ran away. POWER!