Much guarding - none of it appreciated. Did manage to drag She out for
a walk but She wasn't very happy. The rest of the pack all had good excuses not to go out with me - otherwise I'm sure they would have wanted to spend time with me and admire my valiant defence of She against all humans, animals and vehicles that get anywhere near her.
He-who-runs-fast still claims to be 'revising': (he has not got dressed in outdoor clothes for a week.) He-who-kicks-football had to keep the chair in front of the TV warm, ' He -who-scratches-my -back
was sleeping or reading - it's sometimes hard to tell and Little- She had just washed her hair. Big- He is away again and must miss me a lot.

Kibbles again. The pack consumed two (small) chickens for lunch and gave me almost nothing, then very inconsiderately put the bones in the bin so I couldn't get at them even by tipping the bin over and chewing through the plastic bag, ripping it apart with my teeth: it tastes foul.
Found an empty tuna tin to lick though in the other bin bag and a container that once held meat. There was some other stuff too that I didn't like much, though I had a good forage through it. She shouted a lot about mess. I think She needs help 'Loudest bark' says humans aren't designed to whine and bark - no one has told She.