Category Archives: Dog days
That cat is really getting a bit above herself. This morning the humans had breakfast in bed. I was lying on the bed, waiting for the Master to drop some food, when all of a sudden that cat marches across the room and leaps onto the bed just the other side of the Master’s plate. She was barely a foot away from me. She stared at the food, she stared at me, and then eventually went back to her chair. I’ll say this for the Master, he didn’t miss a beat, just kept shoveling the food in, scoring a direct hit on the mouth every time.
The weather is so terrible today that I am refusing to go outside unless I really, really need to go. They can forget about walking me, just this once. In the meantime I’m on the lookout for animals lining up two by two.
I’m back after my totally unscheduled blogging break. I’ve had the usual post-festive season slump – lethargy brought on by all the rich food. But now I’m back and as bouncy as ever so watch out world! My resolutions for the year are:
- chase anything that moves
- sleep on human beds more
- wade through every muddy puddle I find
- meet as many people as possible
- avoid showers and baths
As it has been raining a great deal here I have been doing particularly well on number 3, but number 5 is proving very tricky. Wonder if they’re linked?
The Mistress came into the study unexpectedly this morning and found me dozing happily in one of the armchairs there. She was shocked and ordered me off, and berated the Master for allowing me up there. So, the secret agreement that the Master and I have that I can lie on that chair has come out, and now both the Master and I are in the dog house.
I have had such a wonderfully exciting weekend, it has been simply marvelous.
First of all, on Saturday we had visitors. Auntie Paula and Uncle Andrew, toddler Katherine and baby Emma came to visit. They have my brother Toby and my big brother Branston. They didn’t bring my brothers to visit which was fabulous as it meant I didn’t get beaten up and I got all the attention. Katherine is the only human I’ve ever met who didn’t seem at least slightly startled to meet me. I was leaping around happily greeting everyone, and she just giggled and said “woof-woof,” and grabbed hold of my ears. I did a bit of baby-sitting, and it was all very jolly.
Then, on Sunday Grandpa discovered that we have a rat in the garage. So yesterday morning, having fortified themselves with a cup of tea, Master and Mistress pulled on jeans and boots, grabbed some garden tools, said “Are you ready to do battle, Bertie?” and led the way round to the garage. I, not being quite as daft as they often make me out to be, and knowing that rats can turn rather nasty when cornered, headed smartly in the opposite direction. Master and Mistress had success with The Great Rat Hunt, with the end result that the garage is now completely clear of rats as the rat has moved into the shed. Once I knew the rat was safely out of the way I went into the garage and made a great show of picking up the scent and searching for said rodent. I think I had them fooled.
For most families that would be enough excitement, but we can top even that. We then went out into the countryside to visit some old family friends. After lunch the Master took me for a nice walk across the fields while everyone else relaxed by the fire. I had a jolly run through the mud and then I found my way into a garden with all these hens in it. It was absolutely fabulous, a veritable paradise for dogs. I made my presence known and quickly despatched two of them into the chicken afterlife. I was busily working on the third when the Master caught me, rescued my prey, and removed me unceremoniously. For some strange reason everyone is a touch displeased with me now.
Things have been busy for the humans round here. Well, for Master and Mistress, that is, Grandpa just carries on as usual refusing to rush for anyone. We’ve had a Christmas Fayre which apparently explains why the Mistress has been frantic, but is of no interest to me as I didn’t get to go. (I did volunteer to wear fake reindeer antlers and hang around in Santa’s grotto, but was told I would scare children) Grandma (that is, the Mistress’ mother) visited, which was exciting. The Mistress has been so busy that she has been no fun at all, not even laughing when I try to trip her up, or push her down the stairs, or, my current favourite, walk on her skirt as she goes down stairs thus pinning her down and bringing her to a standstill (marvellous!). What is worse, the Master was away for three whole days. I really don’t know how I survived. Now he is back I’m sticking close to him in case he escapes again. . .