Thanks so much for watching and for your enthusiasm. You people are the best!

This is a really new thing for me. I've only just started filming the girls and setting it to music. It's really good fun. But of course the chief pleasure is in the sharing, so thank you again for watching and being so lovely about it.

Hi Karen, I do do this inside sometimes, especially when the weather's bad. I hadn't thought about it, actually, but interestingly when we're inside I don't use such high quality treats (just these low cal things recommended by the skinny whip rehab vet. They do like them, to be fair, but they're hardly roast chicken...) In terms of getting distracted, I think the fact that they do it together probably helps keep them focused. There's nothing concentrates the mind like a rival in the hunt. And Elsie is relentlessly focused when it comes to finding food, so I think that helps to keep Meg on task. Also, they have to sit and wait while I hide the chicken, so by the time I release them, they're raring to go...

Thanks again for watching!

Oh I LOVE this Sally. How wonderful! I am grinning ear to ear. Frankie and Myrtle bring their own inimitable style to everything they do. And I think your singing gave them just the motivation they needed! Now they (and we) would like to sample a little more of your repertoire! I am SO delighted with this.

We too have the nose issue, on a smaller scale, of course, as we are. But Elsie's blunt nose cannot reach the places that Meg's more pointed snout can. Important places, like the bottom of a yoghurt tub, or a carton of chocolate mousse. I have to use my finger to help her out...

Teri, please do post a video of Isa doing the treasure hunt. I'd love to see it. When I first started doing food games with the girls, Elsie would sit and cry. They had these large plastic weeble type things, they had to bat over with their paw, trying to get pieces of kibble to come out of the small hole near the top. Meg took to it immediately, but Elsie gave it one bat with her paw then when it didn't unload all the kibble instantly, she just sat and cried, looking at me. So then, I ended up sitting on the floor doing it myself, and handing her the kibble piece by piece.  We did this a few times until in the end, she decided she could do a more efficient job (probably true) and took over. We don't play with the weebles any more, because I worry about Meg's front leg, but we do do lots of other games and now she has got over her initial frustration at not having her food served immediately, Elsie has embraced them with gusto.

In terms of Meg adventures, I am aware that this post is getting rather long, plus I love to build suspense... but one of her most spectacular horrors, would have to be the time she encountered the Household Cavalry (aka the Army regiment whose job is to guard the Royal Household) exercising on Holkham beach in North Norfolk and tried to round them up. We'd been walking in the forest next to the beach when she suddenly shot off... Me, Elsie (shouting), Meg and upwards of forty unamused soldiers on horseback. I had no idea they used the beach. I thought they never left Buckingham Palace. Thankfully, they didn't have their swords with them....

Yup, this would be them. Thanks, Meg