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The 7th & 8th; I want a pug so much.

The 7th of March. I had a really rather fabulous sleep, and this morning I got on the scales and was pleased with what I saw. Perhaps just stopping trying to "diet" (although there isn't really a word for the state my head goes into when I'm in that mindset) and eating a wider variety of foods has done what I couldn't.

I decided to have a lazy morning, lounging about in my pyjamas. I did get dressed before lunchtime though.

This afternoon, I watched Nashville. I do hope Maddie never fancied Deacon as now she knows he's her dad. And you totally would because he is hot. Anyway.

This evening, Daddy, Christine and I went to see The Grand Budapest Hotel. It is a marvellous film; I enjoyed it tremendously. Adrien Brody and Jeff Goldblum are so very attractive. It's not absurdly long so even if you don't like it for some obscure reason, you can take pleasure in the beautiful cast (Saoirse Ronan's cheekbones are perfect in her first appearance)  and all the little cameos.

We have determined that the little black and white cat is definitely evil. This is because today, the little grey cat with short legs that I haven't seen before was in the garden, watching the frogs when one scared him and he fell into the pond, sort of running across it. He (I say he, I don't know) ran down the rest of the garden, looked one way and was so frightened by what he saw, he dashed the other way. It was the black and white cat! It legged it up the fence and away. I went out to make sure it was gone, and the little grey cat poked his head above the bricks behind the summer house, then he went into the raspberry canes, then to the strawberries, up the fence and away. If he'd been dry, I think we might have become pals.

The 8th of March.

Crufts!

This morning, Mommy, Christine, Becky and I were off to Crufts to see all the tiny dogs. And utility dogs. But mainly tiny dogs. After we got parked in the disabled parking area that is kind of illogically far away, we got a show guide to help us make sense of it all, then in the end barely used it. For people like us, who do not have dogs, all of the stalls selling things are irrelevant, so we just wandered around meeting lots of fun dogs. My favourite bit was the Discover Dogs area, where they have examples of every breed. I fell in love with a pug called Jake who sat on my lap and let me stroke him for ages, then I had a little black pomeranian who was super soft and fluffy. Later on, I had a bigger white pom called Saffy who was a therapy dog. I want a pug so much; he was so lovely. We stopped to have our packed lunches (after a thorough washing of hands) and saw loads of people had brought supermarket picnics - go to Tesco, buy a bread rolls and packets of ham and juice boxes. I resisted the temptation to buy waffles from a stand.

This afternoon, I drank coffee and read this month's magazine from Stack, called The Ride. It was all about cycling, except really it's a collection of essays about a huge number of things, and cycling just ties them all together.

I'm watching Man vs. Food: Carnivore Chronicles and it's making me really want a hot dog.

01 bear 02 puffball

03 newfoundland

04 bear

05 bernard

06 jake

07 pom

08 saffy

09 the ride