Saturday. Whit a bloody pain in thae arse. James an' Diana came tae thae house wi' Cheyenne an' Sable in tow tae see Dakota, an' when they left, a' bloody blue hell broke loose.
Firs', baith Dakota an' Jack make a run for it oot thae gate, an' then Aubrey followed afore we could get thae damned gate closed. Thae two daft ones, we got back wi' only a wee bit o' trouble, but fockin' Aubrey. I dinnae ken whit thae fock got intae him, but thae bloody idiot, bein' a bit teched in thae heid, ta' me an' Ashley on an awfy long trek a'roond thae neighbourhood tae try an' get him. He widnae come near Ashley nor mysel', an sae we telt him 'e wis on his ain, we widnae chase him nae mair, an' went home. Two fockin' hours, an' then he came back an' stood ootside thae gate, waitin' tae be let ba' in happy as a bloody clam.
Shyte fer brains dog.
There's mair tae be telt, but no' noo. I'll let yae ken mair on the marrow. I jist want tae go tae bed an' see if I cannae dream wi'oot a Highland tune.
