They're really funny when they know they're in trouble, aren't they? Ours chewed the corners of Sandra's dressing table when she was just a bit more than a pup. When we came home she sat, glancing at it out of the corner waiting for the world to collapse - which it duly did. The vet reckoned it was separation syndrome, but that's twaddle - she was bored and she pushed the envelope to see how far she could get.

She was happy once the hiding had been had and forgiveness had been granted. She's been pretty good ever since because she's out with one of her friends for at least part of the day most days. We sometimes don't know who's got her!

These days when she misbehaves, we just ignore her for a couple of hours. It's the worst punishment of the lot for a giddy socialite ...




The idiot also known as Capfka ...