Oh dear

There I was, having a wee sip of red wine and minding my own business, when Vespa had a mad moment... he rushed around, clashed into me and there it was... red wine everywhere... and when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE!

Couch, floor, table, but more than that, in my hair, my ear, my bra... well I don't think I'll go on... suffice it to say it was a wetfest and I wasn't very pleased.

And Vespa? He couldn't have cared less.

Me? What'd I do?

This came after a day when he escaped into the garden, went berserk with a flower pot in his mouth (I really wish I had a photo) jumped off the wall and generally behaved just as we were told that he shouldn't after his op.

I can't wait for Sunday, when he's free to go off lead again and jump to his heart's content. I'm not sure my sense of humour will last that long!