What a week, my parents say that if they had to name me again, they would have named me either Hoover or Houdini. Hoover, because my face is always on the ground, eating whatever I can get my mouth around and Houdini because I am an escape artist. Dad aged about 20 years yesterday when we were on our walk and I managed to get loose from my very special new collar, designed specifically to control me. I got free and ran across the road. Fortunately, for all of us, it was a fairly quiet morning and there were no cars around. My teacher said that she had never had a pup get loose on this collar but she doesn’t know me very well. Although every time we go to school and I don’t do what I’m supposed to, she says, “he’s a Portie”. The story ends good I got dad home safely and now my control collar and other collar are snapped together so that if I get loose again, the other collar will still be there. To quote a very famous line in my mom’s favourite movie, “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”. Stay tuned for next week, but for now, that’s all folks!