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I know this sounds like the name of a 90s boy band, but the weather lately has been about as miserable as their music.

I have to tell you, it is no fun having my duvet ripped off, exposing my body to the winter chill. Good luck to the Boobs on Bikes' female two-leggers is all I can say, as my nipples were like marbles.

I do wish someone will turn off the tap soon; any wetter and the boss will be constructing an ark in the garage, which would be pretty cool as I will take my duvet and make it my home, just so I am ready for the next downpour.

Anyway, the weather has had a fair bit to do with how quiet it has been down this way, except for last Sunday morning that is, when the boss launched himself out of his warm resting place, letting me outside for a comfort break. I went racing around the corner only to be confronted by a burly shepherd.

Night confrontation

Now, a tap on the shoulder by a big boy is one thing, but to be confronted by one of the burly police variety at 2.30 in the morning, when on my way to the potty, was a little too much for this lass. Fortunately we spoke the same language.

Well to be truthful, I do not know if he can actually even speak anymore, as I did a quick pirouette, and went racing back to the boss, unrelieved, and in a state of shock – with my so-called tail firmly locked between my back legs.

Apparently, there was a naughty two-legger – now there is a change – running around our end of The Strand doing something idiotic. So the boys in blue were called in, along with a few burly shepherds, who were controlling the unruly element.

Well I have to tell you, it was quite some time before I could still my beating heart and venture out into the night to do what I originally set out to do, but everything finally all calmed down and the boss and I crawled back into bed a few hours later for some well-earned shut eye.

Missing recipes

I have received a few letters lately asking me where my recipes are; my apologies for not advising you, but Dazz – the head kitchen honcho at No.1 The Strand restaurant, has now taken over on the food pages so check out his mouth watering recipes.

And make sure you get any of the meaty ingredients from Johnny the Aussie butcher boy in Gate Pa, that's the one – he is still doing what he does and that's provide the tastiest meat in town.

The boss and I called in to see him the other day; the boss walked out with a bone – hmmm let me rephrase that – he gave me one of those infamous Big D cannon bones, which has taken me the last two days to whittle down to a size where I can now actually get my laughing gear around it.

Talking about laughing, the boss and I were having a look at some of the Animal Antics sponsored singing pet competition entrants; they are hilarious – well most of them, others fall into the 'Wet Wet Wet” category – aka hopeless, but you have to try.

Cheers all, see you next week and remember if you come across a big shepherd in the wee smalls, say 'hi” from me.