I want to share a personal favourite with you now. It’s a game I have invented (and may seek the patent for) which provides hours of fun for you and your…well, for you, anyway. And that’s the most important thing. This game is called Sniffgate. You’ve heard of Watergate? It’s a bit like that, except it’s not American, there’s no president involved and no tape recorders or wiretaps. In fact, it’s nothing like Watergate at all. I don’t know why I said that. Anyhoo, what you do is this: take...

Spherical objects. Round things. I can’t get enough of them. Footballs, golf balls – have you ever chewed one of those apart? Boy, that’s a lot of elastic. Rubber balls, tennis balls…tennis balls…tennnisss balllsss…tennis…Sorry, drifted off for a moment there.   I think I may have an addiction.   My human is definitely unimpressed with my fondness for round things. I suspect this is due to the numerous times she’s been dragged across parks, fields and busy roads to pick up a stray football. I...

I love the beach. It’s a wild, romantic, mystical place with wide skies, rolling waves, and unexpected treasures like a dead seal or a half-eaten kebab. On one beach trip I met a Labrador called Bob and we got on like a house on fire. (At this point, I would like to emphasise the fact that I have never actually set a house on fire) (Yet).  Anyway, Bob and I roamed the sands together, splashing in the shallows and sniffing random clumps of seaweed. And then we experienced the deep, primordial...