Penne Pasta

penne I love this game, Readers.  Today I went through the food cupboard carefully, choosing which Essential Ingredient to remove, and decided there was a good chance it would be Pasta Bake on the gourmet menu tonight.  So I dragged the half-full bag of Penne Pasta into the lounge, and ate it on the sofa.  A few bits fell down between the cushions, so I will be sniffing those out this evening.  It was extremely crunchy, and quite hard to get down, but I persevered and eventually the bag was empty.  It will be v funny when the food cupboard is opened tonight, in anticipation of cooking Pasta Bake.  This serves them right for leaving me alone for over three hours this morning, while they were all at work/school.  Thankfully dear, dear Pippa’s Pack Leader took me for a walk, but I had  been very bored up till then.  Pippa’s Pack Leader laughed when she saw the empty Penne Pasta packet. My plan has worked, because there has been much huffing and puffing about what to bldycook for bldydinner , and they had to have jacket potatoes. I laughed to myself.  

Yesterday was a good day, as I was taken to dear Ebony’s house again, and couldn’t wait to get there.  I was exceptionally well-behaved all day. My stomach was better – I know many of you will have been concerned – and this is a good thing, as we didn’t want Ebony’s Pack Leader having to clear up anything like what I left on the lawn in the middle of the night the other night.  When viewed in the daylight, you would have thought there had been an Explosion in a Tanning Lotion Factory.  Sorry to  be crude, but that’s the way it was.  All shiny and glittery, with a strange texture. There has been much pondering over what on earth he’sbldyeaten to produce such items, and Ebony’s Pack Leader (who has the edge on intelligence, to be honest) has worked it out.  Whilst basking on their garden chair in the sunshine the other day, I stuffed myself silly with birdseed.    And there you have the strange texture.

Les francais m’aiment!!   I have suddenly picked up some readers across the water – there were seven of them the other night!  Wonderful.  You see, the French know a thing or two about Good Breeding and High Standards. I am truly pleased that  my  blog is reaching foreign shores.  Tell your friends.  The Australians have been rubbish at this, and there are still only two of them.  The Americans haven’t been a lot better.

20180329_164014 In this diagram, you can see how I felt about my second walk of the day today.  Readers, it was POURING.  I was drenched and I feel this is Neglect.  Just because She has missed our Power Walks this week – it was quite unnecessary to wake me up (I was dead to the world on the sofa), by saying in that silly pseudo-excited voice, “Shall we go for a WALK?!!”  My face clearly gave an answer in the negative, but no notice was taken and I was dragged out.  It was foul – pouring with rain and chilly.  Ridiculous. On the way back I saw poor Ebony who was also being taken out in the Pouring Rain.  What is wrong with these people. There would be less need for hearty Power Walks if She would lay off the Cadburys mini eggs.

Guess what?!   Some post arrived for me today!  It was addressed to Russell Beagle, which makes me sound very grand – rightly so.  It was a present from one of my blog readers, of a Very Stylish Dog Poo Bag receptacle, for me to use when I go up to the Royal wedding.  What a brilliant idea!  I really can’t have my manky old cloth one, with a bit of velcro that has seen better days, when I meet Meghan Markle.  I bet her beagle has a Good Quality Poo Bag Dispenser.  Thank you very much, dear Blog Friend, you made my day.  She laughed a lot too.

You’ll be pleased to know that Lad finally settled on a new hairstyle and went to the Barber’s.  He looks much better without curtains, if you ask me. Today was the Last Day Of School before the Easter Break, which means of course that there is a House Party to attend.  Lad’s plans are rather vague.  But they involve friends’ houses, pizza, a House Party and Hanging Out tomorrow.  It will be nice to see Lad tomorrow night, when he has all these plans out of his system. His plans will then have to change to Heavy Duty Revision as the bldy GCSEs are only a few weeks away.  Poor Lad. Young Lad is pleased Lad isn’t here to argue with him tonight. Young Lad has finished school for Easter today, too, and is looking forward to a couple of weeks on the sofa.  One of his friends has suggested hanging out in town on Saturday, but Young Lad isn’t sure he has the energy for this.  He needs to conserve his strength, as next term he will have cricket training at school, football training at school and club cricket training  on a Wednesday night.  This will be exhausting.  There might  even be some matches.   Plus that heavy school bag on Food Technology days. Poor Young Lad.

He has finished work for a couple of days, too.  This is excellent news, as there will be no alarm clocks going off at 6am, and I’ll get extra walks.  He is more patient when he takes me, and doesn’t walk at a silly  frantic pace the whole way.   I will, of course, still need a comfort break at about 6.20 am, approximately 40 minutes after Gingercat has yowled to be let in, and She’s just got back to bldysleep.  I’m not sure why this is so annoying.  There will be some chocolate in the house over the weekend, it being Easter, so I’ll be keeping a close eye on where they put it.  Chocolate  doesn’t cause the Tanning Lotion Explosion effect, unlike  birdseed.

Tomorrow morning, She is going out for coffee with LovelyDor down the road.  Neither of them have invited me.  I know for a fact that dogs are allowed in Barstucks, as I’ve been there before, but do I get asked along?  Of course not. I’m getting a bit fed up with this going out and not inviting me.

I’m also not sure I like the clocks going back.  It is now light till 7.30pm, which means I can see out the window in what appears to be the rush hour in our road.  I’ve just had to bark hysterically at a black poodle going past the house, followed by a disturbing greyhound.  And then the window cleaner came round for his money!  It’s too much, and I’m exhausted.

See you soon, Readers, and Bon Soir to my new friends!

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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