Pawprint

Can't find a bag big enough to smuggle me in. I'll have to get in touch with Joanne as she managed to get me to the Aussie G.P. a few years ago. At least I won't have to fight off any of those pesky Dingos in Cardiff.

In my hotel room going to sleep.

Yep.....Me. I will be 8 on G.P. day, June 11th. A dog biscuit will do fine thanks.

And me. Mum's the word. Shush! Promise to be as quiet as a little mouse on the plane.

Not forgetting me.....August 11th 2005..... I will be eight years old. Don't forget to give me a cuddle if you see me around Cardiff that day.

Just say the word and I will be ready! There is a little matter I would like to take up with that Dingo from last year and the fact I have had four extra mouths to feed since my last visit.