When I hear Dad’s car pull in, I stand at attention. I am not in Dad’s good books at the mo. In fact, he said I should loose garden privileges since the last 3 times I’ve been down to the garden with him, I’ve done a runner and gone to explore the front garden (on a main road) then hid under the neighbour’s car. Now when mum takes me down, she carries me all the way and, I have to wear my harness, and sometimes have the lead attached. No longer feeling like Miss Independent. I had a big sulk in the garden last night.