Pop goes the cornballs

Our Master and she-who-must-be-obeyed has a craving for popcorn a day or two back, and made so much that they could not eat it all (and they were stuffing their faces big time).

So it was time to make popcorn balls. We love them. Bug and round, we can push them all over the place until bits fall off, and then we pounce on them, pretending they are moths and insects.

They taste better too!

Brrr, this is summer?

Could have fooled us, calling this summertime, right now ... It is wet, windy and cold, and frankly there is no better place than a woolly slipper, in front of the telly. It's a whodunit tonight. The cold better go away before the summer Games start next month, or there will be lots of very cross humans in London.

We are back!

Maybe it was the Queen's Jubilee Concert?  Maybe it was just time. But we are back. We've been chilling together for quite a few moons, but here we are, large as life. There is mischief to be had, we reckon.

And there is a big athletics event coming up soon in London, we hear. You know, the one with the five rings, and medals, and a big opening ceremony.

We are told you are not supposed to even mention its real name or you could get barked at by one of their Rotweiller lawyers! Even though we Jack Russell's are pretty brave, even we are not that dumb!