Wind and rain today. They took me to Grantown on Spey and I had to stay in the car. They came back out after AGES and took me into the wood to get a bit of a run. That bit was great. They found a really good wood AND I got a stick. I've been banned from sticks - ever since I cut my tongue on one in Inverness. Wasn't my fault!

I'd been playing away find and decided to have a wee lie down adn a chew at the stick. But HE hadn't properly taken off all the knots in this stick and a piece got stuck under my tongue. When I crunched down to break it into a more manageable sized piece. OUch! And I noticed something a bit warm and wet in my mouth. I staggered over to HIMself (the stagger really just to get a bit more sympathy) and he put his hand IN my mouth and pulled it out covered in blood. That's when the panic set in. But in five minutes or less, all the blood had stopped. And we could get on with the game. But he would not give me the stick! Don't know why?

So - ever since then - until today - I've been banned from playing with sticks. I've tried everything to get them to play iwth a stick. Picked them up and dropped one at their feet. Broken them off and ran around like mad with one in my mouth, then dropped it at their feet. But no - always the same story - not allowed sticks.

It was great today to get back to running around like mad (my favourite thing, by the way) and chasing the stick. I got so revved up for it that even I gave the stick a good chewing to. That showed it. Gave it back in half.

After a while (and meeting a few laboradors) we got back to Nairn. And off we went down the beach. Great. I love going down the beach. But especially into the wood. Culbin forest is my favourite wood anywhere. It's great for chasing things, like balls or sticks.

Will soon be back and will write more then.

Meggie.