Rubbish day. She was called into work so I was left here ALL DAY. Without the kindness of Ebony’s dad and LovelyDor, who both let me out for a toilet break, I wouldn’t have seen a soul all day. Oh yes, it’s all very well leaving me with another guilt bone, but some company might be nice. Gingercat just sleeps. And, would you believe She had shut every door, removed the bins and blocked off the cupboard under the stairs with a stool. So all I threw a bag of potato peelings around as that was all I could find.
Remorseful, She did rush home and drag me out for a walk in the pitch dark. I had to wear this ridiculous light up collar so I could be seen on the playing field, but I wasn’t the only one. In fact there were loads of us out at 5. 30 pm, wearing ridiculous light up collars and chasing ridiculous light up balls in the dark. All the Working Owners stood around chatting, but really they need to be thinking about their lifestyle choices.
Yesterday I ended up having a second walk and saw my friend Ebony. She is a Pointer, which puts her a few marks ahead of me in the prolonging-your-owners’ -life span results. Her Pack Leader doesn’t appreciate this any more than mine does. I rolled in some fox poo and Ebony dug to the centre of the Earth. We had a great time.
Tonight has been the same old dinner/homework/arguing scenario followed by some frantic furniture moving around. Carpet cleaning man is coming tomorrow, and She still hasn’t got over the horror of last time, when he pulled out the sofa and asked her if she could possibly clean up before he started…..it was grim. So all furniture has been pulled out and hoovered behind, with a lot of huffing and puffing, and yet again the bit behind the sofa was shameful. Yogurt lids, knife, spoon, 3 biros, a tissue (used), 150 nerf gun bullets and a dice. She muttered something about whycouldnttherebesomethingusefullikeatenner and wasn’t best pleased. I enjoyed eating up the crumbs but She got the used tissue away before I could get to it.
Lad has something called a Nonpupil Day tomorrow. He interprets this as a day to stay in bed and then play on the Xbox. She interprets it as a going to a revision workshop and tidying your room opportunity. The discussion continues.
I’ve got a fair bit of wind tonight, which is the result of two guilt bones. As you gnaw/chew for an hour, you take in lots of air, and it has to come out somewhere. She doesn’t seem to have realised this. With a bit of luck I might get some attention tomorrow, but don’t hold your breath.
Did I see 2 views from America the other day? Howdy! ! Come back! Tell your friends.
BYE FOR NOW