News Hound Ady & Flo www.sunlive.co.nz

I'm in the dog box with the editor. For some reason he's cut back my space this week and told me, quite rudely, to keep it short.

I don't know what his problem is. I can't think of anything I've done to deserve the grumpy treatment. Why, only this morning he enquired after my good health.

'What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked. There was nothing wrong with me. I was simply sitting in the back seat of the car, as per the instructions, enjoying the ride to work. Sure, I was eating his lunch at the time. But you wouldn't think that would cause him concern for my health.

It was such a healthy lunch, with all that avocado, you'd think I'd be in top condition. The avocado oils are good for one's coat. Clearly not for him though, something had got under his skin.

Once we got to work, he was muttering that I was ‘getting more like Diesel every day'. I'm not sure what that meant, but presume Diesel must have also been a helpful pooch around the place.

Uncle came to the rescue and took me and Ady for a really long run. It was good to get out of the office. We ran and jumped and swam in the lake and chased geese. We saw a dead pukeko. Don't know how that happened.

Back at the office, the editor was in a better frame of mind. Mrs Boss had taken him for a nice lunch at Bravo where an orange and carrot juice and a salad seemed to have cheered him up no end.

I welcomed him back by upending the newsroom rubbish bins, jumping through the fish pond in the courtyard and barking while he was on the phone to the bank.

Some days, I just don't know what he'd do without me.

Flo.