Yesterday, Readers, was National Take Your Dog to Work Day! No, of course they didn’t. Whilst canines up and down the breadth of the country were taken to offices, factories, schools and studios and fussed over all day, I was left at home as usual. It would be too much to expect my family to do anything as innovative as taking me to work with them – I wouldn’t behave, apparently, would whine and beg for food all day, empty the bins and shed white fur all over the place. Of course, none of the lucky dogs who WERE taken to work with their owners would have done any of these things….. I was very disappointed with this attitude, and feel much maligned. I would be an asset in any workplace.
To be fair, the day hadn’t started well as the John Lewis white duvet cover, which was clean on two days ago, had in interesting patch of canary yellow over one part. Actually there were three patches of canary yellow over three parts. Now, according to the Collins English Dictionary, which is my constant companion, canary yellow is “a moderate yellow colour, sometimes with a greenish tinge.” I hope you’re getting the picture. So there was a loud screech at 6.10am when this was discovered. The thing is, both Gingercat and I had been having a lovely sleep on the bed, and it wasn’t clear who was responsible for the canary yellow patches. We both kept schtum, and wouldn’t own up. I’m wondering whether this is what prompted the bad mood and refusal to take me to work. At any rate, the John Lewis white duvet cover and pillows had to be shoved in the washing machine on a hot wash.
Lad had another good lie-in yesterday morning, which was rather nice. Poor Lad only has a couple more days of lie-ins left for a while, so seems to be making the most of them. She took me out for a lovely walk at the river, and Readers, we were accompanied by Colin the Labrador from next door. Colin is rather young and bouncy, as you know, and several times he damn well nearly pushed me into the river by bouncing up behind me, but a few sharp snaps from me soon put him in his place. We walked a long way together, and as it was a hot day, took refuge in the wide part of the river to cool down. It was very picturesque as the water was quite still, and I gazed down at my perfect reflection for ages. Colin rather spoiled this by bouncing around in the water and making ripples that ruined my reflection, which was aggravating to put it mildly. Still, it was nice to have company for a change and I was really quite worn out by the time we got home.
I had a quiet afternoon at home with Lad, whilst poor Young Lad had to dash in from school, with a mere forty minutes to change, eat and get out to yet another cricket match. All this rushing around can’t be good for him.
Understandably, we were all ready to drop by late evening, including Lad who had done some cleaning. Thank goodness that the John Lewis white duvet cover had dried nicely on the washing line, so I had some decent bedlinen on which to rest my weary head.
Poor He went into work at silly o’clock again today, and everyone else had a lie-in. I’ve had a nice day, on the whole, although any responsible dog owner would have taken their dog out for a long walk nice and early while it was still cool. But oh no, it was far more important to “pop into town” first, so by the time we went out for my walk it was ruddy hot. No sooner had we started off than, “Bonjour!” we heard from further down the path, and indeed it was her friend Madame who was out RUNNING in the heat. Heavens above, what possesses people? I was panting just from walking a short way in hot sunshine, and yet here was someone who had been RUNNING for seven miles. I just can’t fathom it. Admittedly I have a fur coat and Madame sensibly wasn’t wearing a fur coat, but even so. I think it was a good thing we bumped into her, as She and Madame stood there yacking on for absolutely ages and this must have been effective in bringing down Madame’s heart rate. I was bored beyond belief at their incessant chatter of bldy teenagers/bldy don’t do anything round the house/no you’re not having a ruddy allowance…. sheesh. In the end I gave up and lay down on the grass until they had finished. Dull or what.
In a rare attempt at being nature-friendly, She bought a job lot of suet balls and filled coconut shells for the bird table today. The containers have been stocked up and at this moment, Gingercat is sitting under the bird table, looking up at it. I feel he will have an awful crick in his neck if he does this much longer, but he is clearly hoping for a sparrow or starling, and does have great determination. Not much of a success rate, but determination. I haven’t tried those suet balls yet, but they look quite nice and greasy, so I’m looking forward to a Stupid Starling dropping some for me.
Ten minutes ago there was a half-hearted “do you want to go for an evening walk?” question thrown in my direction, but I could tell from the tone of voice that nobody’s heart is in it. This is poor. The fields by the river will be full of happy dogs and their owners enjoying the evening ambience, but I can’t see any sign of movement here. Plus Young Lad and She are watching World’s Wildest Flights, which seems to be riveting. Then there’s a football match on so bang goes my evening walk. I might take revenge when the dishwasher loading starts in a minute – I know for a fact She made some chocolate cakes for Young Lad and Lad, as there is NOTHING TO EAT in this house again – we all know that this means there is a bowl, somewhere, with cake mixture in it. I will grab it and run down the garden, where I can clean it out at my leisure under the bushes.
Oh, I’ve just been told it’s too late for a walk now, as it’s Saturday evening which means there will be lots of intimidating teenagers and illegal smells wafting across the field. Pathetic.
I’ll let you know how I get on with the dishwasher.
Bye for now,