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. . .
The humans have finally got our holiday photos developed. This one is of me and the Master at the top of Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in Great Britain. The Mistress is behind the camera (best place for her!). It took us 3 1/2 hours to walk up, and 5 hours to walk down (in pouring rain). Master and Mistress could barely move the next day, and even I was a little tired.
All out war has been declared with the squirrels. I chased one, and it led me into some kind of squirrel ambush. There were eight of them. They scattered, running up into trees and leaping between them, chattering and pelting me with twigs and leaves. Exit spaniel, defeated.
Christmas is coming, the squirrels are getting fat! They are taunting me – sitting around plumply on the common, twitching their tails, begging to be chased. I chased a nice looking one this morning, only to have it double back and run up a big oak tree. I was right on its tail, and didn’t manage to stop in time, so collided with the tree trunk. I could swear I heard it laughing. . .
It is very exciting. Our family has expanded. No, not the kitten that the Master was talking about a couple of weeks ago. This is a fully grown human. From Korea, which is somewhere foreign. He stayed with us in the summer and now he is back to stay for a few months. More people = more noise + more excitement!
After watching a Western epic and Annie Get Your Gun, the household has been re-named with Indian names. Master is “Dances with Spaniel,” Mistress is “Fire flashes in eyes woman,” Grandpa is “Ears like an elephant.” As for me, I have not one but two new names, and I am very proud of both of them: “Loved by humans,” and “Smells like a buffalo.”