Mummy says that Zen and I have destroyed her lawn during the winter (we don’t think it was our fault – surely a lawn should be able to cope with loads of games, running around and digging? After all, what is a lawn for, if not for our entertainment?) so she’s put some grass seed down on the bare patches. The only problem is that the pigeons have discovered the seed and so keep coming to visit. Well, Mummy said that if we want grass, then it’s our job to chase the pigeons away, so now we’re on pigeon duty. Apparently Casey used to be responsible for the pigeons, but he just can’t get outside quickly enough – just the word “pigeon” and we’re off. But then Mummy worries about our dog flap – it’s only Cavie size, and as we only just fit through it Mummy is worried that we might hit it a bit hard on our way out and break it. I don’t know – is it the job of Mummies to always worry so?