Oh my goodness, Elly. I would love to catch one of those. I don't think we have them in Norfolk. Is that some special Californian creature? I think maybe it's related to an Elsie Pie! It looks quite like her. To be honest, Elly, I'm getting a bit bored of the wildlife round here - I've caught it all. I think it might be time for an overseas hunting trip. I've heard Northern California is very nice, would you happen to know anywhere I could stay? Somewhere where you get spoiled rotten, with Sunday breakfast in bed? Do you know anywhere like that, Elly? Then you and me can go hunting and maybe we'll catch a mountain lion. Mum says you're practically a wolf and you certainly look very fierce and brave. I reckon we'd make a great hunting team. So how about it Elly?

Love Meg xxx

Ps It didn't post and then it posted twice. At least you know I'm serious...

Elly – I hope you're serious, as I just found Meg with my credit card and Megaholidays.com (I kid you not) open on the computer...

When I told her off (she is NOT allowed to use my credit card without asking), she said it was an emergency, something about a Californian wolfpugmutt who desperately needed her help...

She seemed to be looking for flights via Georgia, I've no idea why.

Clare (aka Meg's long suffering Momma)

Well it turns out there is a coda to the story of Meg and the hares. This morning, as we were walking along, five hares, five, shot out of the hedge right in front of us, and off in a line across the field one, two, three, four, five... and, of course, the Megastar right behind them. Well I reckon these hares had had a conference and decided to teach Miss Meg a lesson. Round they went, looping around the field, a conga of hares, with Meg behind them, turning in circles, doubling back. The field is huge, a good mile I should think from top to bottom, and at least a quarter mile wide, huge and flat. I could see everything, Meg disappearing into the distance, coming back, disappearing again as the hares led her a merry dance round and round, but for the life of me I could not get her to come. I don't know exactly how long this went on, but I'd say fifteen/twenty minutes at least. Eventually some other walkers arrived, with a sweet little dog, staying loyally beside them, just as Elsie Pie stayed beside me. Thankfully, they found it quite hilarious, and when AT LONG LAST Meg came close and they realised she only had three legs that just about finished them off. 'But how does she balance?' the woman kept saying, and I was able to do a little PR on behalf of the Tripawd Nation.

Meg is now so adrenalised that she'll be no good for anything sensible for twenty four hours at least. I'm not sure how well it comes across in the pic, but you can practically still see the excitement sparking off her. This is obviously once I'd got her back and put her ON THE LEAD. Poor Pie was less impressed as her breakfast was delayed by the Megastar yet again. 

Thanks, RubyRoo. Meg is now a dog OBSESSED...