So I trotted out into the garden this morning and found that something was VERY VERY wrong.
Had overnight winds scattered the garden chairs around?
Looking more closely I could also see string forming a circle behind the chairs - and there were little bits of silver foil tied to it.
It's sort of sealed-off the brown bit of the garden - you remember - where my rabbits had dug up the grass.
What do you think is going on here, folks?
I wondered if the family had tried to create a special private toilet area for me - bless them - so I did step gingerly over the barriers and obliged....but they just gave me a funny look. So I think I may have been wrong.
It certainly makes it tricky for me to gallop round and show them a bit of my old racing pace.
I don't think I like it much. But The Lady Of The House has been taking me out for some particularly great walks though - which is cheering me up. I have now got a new nickname of Cinderella. Because when we go through the park where all the non-greyhounds are off their leads and playing with their toys, the LOTH always tells me I can't go to the ball.