The Gas Man Cometh

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It was quite a cold night, after no heating for 24 hours, but thankfully there was an extra blanket on the place- that- I- don’t sleep.  She was up bright and early, dressed and in full make up (you’d never know) by 8am, ready for the Gas Man.  I barked a lot at him as he looked dodgy, so was told to Shut Up and shoved into the lounge.

Anyway.  After showing Great Interest in his Gas Engineering Career thus far, nodding and smiling in the right places, and making a “really nice cuppa”, She has managed to get the excess for today’s call-out waived, and a Fantastic Deal involving 2yearsinterestfreecredit and a halfpriceboiler.  Needless to say, She is quite pleased with herself on her clever use of Tactics – some would call it flirting.

Today’s walk was great!  I was feeling a bit feisty – just one of those days – so I took on a large Alsatian first of all.  This was an error of judgement.   Then I barked shamelessly at a little girl who smiled at me.  Next I saw NiceDogWalkerLady and her three hundred dogs, most of whom were barking so I joined in.  My beagle bray is much louder and better than any of their barks.  NiceDogWalkerLady had the Rival Beagle with her – the one that is “oh so lovely, he’s so gentle and well-behaved, look how he leans against my legs” blardy blardy blah.  We moved on swiftly, and would you believe it, there was a THIRD beagle down there!  This really annoys me.  I like to be The Only Beagle In The Village when I go out.  I cheered up a bit when NiceTallLadywiththeStaffie stopped for a chat – she said  I was looking slimmer, which seems to be the main aim in life.  She (pack leader) seemed really proud of this; if She paid as much attention to her own physique, things would be a lot better.  “Power-walking” my arse.  Saw Lexie, who looked jealousy at my stick, so I didn’t hang around.

Well, readers, this is a short blog today as She is about to drive to the Marsden to visit J and take his pack leader out for SomethingToEat.  This will also involve SomethingToDrink, at least for J’s Pack Leader as 6 days in hospital drives you insane apparently.   She has packed treats (Pimms for Pack Leader and Tangfastics for J “ifhismotherletshimhavethem.” ) It will  be interesting to see how She gets on driving to Sutton; apparently He “hastakenthebloodySatnav” so She will be relying on Google Maps.  She only discovered those this week thanks to Colleague.  But will have no internet in the car, something She doesn’t appear to have considered.  She seems more excited about the £5 Hits of the  Seventies CD bought in Tesco this morning, for her to listen to on the long journey.

I know.  I’m thinking the same thing.

Bye for now,

Russell

 

 

 

 

Author: boredbeagle

Slightly stocky beagle who lives with a family. This is She, He, Lad and Young Lad. And Gingercat. Generally doesn't get enough attention and so writes this blog to let everyone know what his life is like. You need to start from page one (First Attempt).. Go on, it's worth the effort.

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