Hi everyone its Good Boy Beads the Airedale here. My lovely bro Buster (letterbox) got tacked the other day.

We woz in the field and Buster woz playing wiv his ball

and norty Lloyd the Pointer tacked Buster and bitted him all over. He bitted and bitted and wouldn't stop and Buster screamed and screamed. I woz over the other side of the field but came running over to see what I could do, but Lloyd's dad had pulled him off. Norty, norty Lloyd.

Buster was shaking and Mum gave him a cuddle and we went home and both got biskits. Next mornin Buster's top lip was a bit swelled up but he seemed OK and he let Mum touch it but she sed we might have to take him to that 'V' place if it was still swelled in in the mornin. Oh no - I can't even say that 'V' word. Anyhow he was OK next day (phew) the swelled had gone down and he eatted his dinner (more's the pity 'cos I wouldve eatted it for him). I love my Buster but

norty, norty Lloyd, he is a bad boy. We will watch him in future that's for sure. Buster is fine now and we are both looking forward to our next holiday in the north west Highlands in 3 weeks time. I hope we find some of that nice lemon drizzle cake again

Speak soon. Good Boy Beads.