I have a bad leg so I feel very sad. Grandma says it's because I'm getting older so Mummy can't walk me as far anymore. I hate that because I love my long walks. They think I might have a bad paw and that it'll get better but they're not hopeful. It looks like I have to cut my walks down and now I am very depressed.

Today everyone else was sad, too. And they watched the TV all day. Something bad happened in London. So Auntie Ysabel hugged me lots and I dragged her around the room to cheer her up.

The other day Derek came back to the house. I love Derek. He was plastering the kitchen floor so I wasn't allowed to go in and play with him. I then had to spend the night sleeping in the dining room instead of in my bed in the kitchen. I miss Derek. I wish he would come back.

I don't like today.