I was on a born in a snug little kennel on 8th August, nineteen hundred and something. In the wag of a tail, I was out of that kennel and busy digging up the garden. Mum was not impressed! She lifted me up in her teeth and dangled me above the ground; a position I was to get very used to! Or am I imagining things again was that really me, or was it my dog, Gracie Spangle? You're right it must have been her. She is over a year old now and still likes to dig, but is actually training to swim the English Channel. It's just the jellyfish that put her off, and the lack of swimming doggie treats!