Dr Love, please come running. ..

Evening all,  yes,  the Hits of The Seventies Cd has been on again….She had a long car journey this afternoon so I’ll be  paying the price on my next walk.  It will be a toss up between power walking to Bat Out of Hell or something by Tina Marie.( Might be tricky marching uphill in welly boots at the right speed for Bat out of Hell though. )

A nice day today;  we had People For Lunch.  Loads of good smells from the kitchen,  and the odd bit of Tempura Prawn nibbles dropped on the floor.  I whined and stamped my feet while they sat around eating the hors’d’oeuvre, but nobody gave me anything.  I then stood up at the counter in the kitchen while the carrots were being chopped,  but  pretty AD told me to get down.  She doesn’t know that I ALWAYS stand at the counter during Carrot Chopping. I often fart during this,  as standing up on two feet stretches out my stomach,  and some gas often pops out. Loudly.   Anyway,  they all sat at the  festive table eating and drinking,  and chatting away.  I sat under the festive table,  waiting for someone to drop something.  Not much was forthcoming so I had to bark. I was told off.

Even though there were a Lot of People, and not many chairs,  I refused to give up my chair.  People had to perch on the edge while I curled up comfortably.  Some of the people were in their Eighties and I was told to get out the chair,  but I dug my heels in for as long as possible.  You’ll be pleased to know that the Chocolate Baileys cheesecake was a triumph  (though the portions were quite small if you ask me), but less successful was the cheeseboard.  One poor guest nearly ingested the plastic packaging on the brie, that hadn’t been removed properly.  Shoddy hosting. Lad and Young Lad were forced to be unpaid waiting staff and ‘look after’ everyone.  Mostly this involved refilling wine glasses.  Thankfully there was lots of residue on the plates,  so loading the dishwasher will be fun. 

He took me for a nice walk this morning while She, listen to this,  went and played with the puppy next door.  Oh yes, She called this “helping out” while the puppy’s owners were out for a few hours,  but in reality She just wanted to spend time with something small and fluffy that doesn’t smell bad.  She even took a cup of tea with her. I’m a bit hurt, readers.  She never plays with me while having a cup of tea. I will remember this. 

Anyway,  after lunch He was left to do the hosting as She had to drive a long long way to see Nana, who is in hospital.  He, Lad and Young Lad were left with all the washing up to do.  And there was a lot of it.  Readers,  you know I told you about the work Christmas Do the other night where She kept getting lost?  Today wasn’t a lot better.  The main journey was fine,  but it took half an hour and asking no less than FOUR people,  to find the entrance to the hospital car park . And nearly as long to find the correct  ward.  I’m very glad we stick to the same route for our walk most days,  as Lord  knows where we’d end up. 

So I have a slightly worrying night tonight,  as Pack Leader isn’t here and I’m in an entirely Male Environment. I feel anxious without Pack Leader and did my best sad face when I saw her overnight bag going in the car. I know that She will be missing me too,  and had to pop into Sparks Mean Marks at the petrol station to buy a can of her friend Gordon to see her through the evening. 

Time for a nap;  entertaining people for lunch is exhausting. 

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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