And now for something completely different courtesy of the wickedest whippet!

I have just caught the EBJ doing something extraordinary and I don't have a camera to prove it. She is not a dog she's a cat in dog clothing. I have just found her on top of the Welsh Dresser her front feet up on the second shelf , her head inside the chicken bowl which is full of stale bread for their breakfast - well it was, but actually now it's all over the kitchen and I have decided on reflection that possibly I shouldn't have barked at her.
She had no idea I was there and I just could not resist, so I barked.
She hit her head on the bottom of the shelf above, her back feet skiddered on the top of the dresser bottom (keep up) knocking a glass and a couple of plastic tumblers onto the floor and sort of twisted and jumped landing feet first on the floor where she should have been in the first place. She then licked her lips went all silly and submissive while thumping her tail against my leg like a demented Labrador.
It's at times like these that I question her breeding.
So as well as being able to jump onto the dresser she now climbs its shelves to help herself to food. She's as bad as Bog Boy who also has a robust disregard to Health & Safety manuals in his quest for sustenance first thing in the morning.
She's not much better at Dog Training. All the others are making "Soopah" progress but the EBJ aka Sassy my year old black whippet...well let's just say she's a "right little character".
Every week we have to walk round all the other dogs, sitting just in front of them then moving off at heel. Every week without fail Sassy manages to get her head stuck in someone's pocket or else in someone's dog treat pouch. It's got to the stage where all the other owners glare at me while  firmly clamping their dog treat bags or pockest firmly shut while standing poker straight with their poor dogs practically strangled by their leads at their sides. When it first happened I just didn't know what to do with myself as I tried very hard not to laugh. Sassy seeing that poor Mr E was giving treats to his Labrador out of his very capacious trouser pockets just stuck her head right in and helped herself. Her head was right inside the man's pocket rummaging around for the tidbits and for a moment Mr E had no idea what was going on. It seemed like an age before she took her head out. By common consent no one said a thing and we carried on the lesson, me crossing fingers this was a one off.
But the EBJ is not a stupid dog and she knows you know!