Wilma still fit enough to chase the ball
There is a labrador in the paddock and he wants to steal my ball. No way!
Back to you and me, Daddy.
Molly sleeping with open eyes.
Is it a squirrel or a rotten pigeon? I hate them!
I am going to chase it away – whatever it is! Attack!
I can still smell it!
Now the labrador has my cuddly toy. Liberty!
Greta wants to go home and watch her afternoon soaps, please!