My Way

sign-post-vector-stock_k2443707 This morning I wanted to go for a walk at the Rec.  I felt this would make a pleasant change from the river, but dear Ebony’s Pack Leader had the river on her agenda.  I felt that my agenda should take priority, so when we reached the little alleyway that leads to the recreation ground, I sat down.  Ebony’s Pack Leader and Ebony both tried to pull me down the road towards the river but I refused to budge.  I can be very stubborn when I want to be, and I had a made a firm decision that we were going to the Rec.  The more Ebony’s Pack Leader pulled, the more I wouldn’t move.   This probably looked quite amusing to anyone peering out of their windows but I couldn’t care less.  Nothing was going to make me change my mind.

Then Ebony’s Pack Leader got the treats out of her pocket and I changed my mind.

Once I had been given a treat, I was quite happy to walk down to the river.  There is a principle at stake here.

Anyway, the rest of the day passed without incident largely because Ebony and I spent it sound asleep sprawled on the armchairs and sofa.  What a lovely way to spend a day.  Then, to my annoyance, Young Lad arrived rather early to collect me as he had finished school at 2pm.  This was due to it being Open Evening or some such nonsense, but it was quite irritating as I was still happily asleep at Ebony’s house. Young Lad brought me home and gave me my dinner BEFORE going on the Xbox, which is quite thoughtful of him – well done, Young Lad.  We had a pleasant hour or so then, with nobody else here, until Lad arrived home followed by She and then He. It wasn’t quite so peaceful once everyone was here, funnily enough.

Young Lad then had to go back to school as he was being a ‘guide’ at Open Evening.  This was a huge responsibility and involved talking intelligently to random school pupils and parents.  Young Lad was told to do his shoes up properly and brush his hair before  reaching school – the latter was achieved but not the former, until one of Young Lad’s friends took pity on him and tied his shoelaces up for him.  It is important to look smart and make a good impression at these events.  For this reason a bottle of Sprite and a packet of chewing gum was confiscated from Young Lad as he was dropped off, as both of these items would have lowered the tone.  Young Lad did a very good job of being a ‘guide’ by all accounts and was both polite and informative.  The only problem is that Young Lad’s legs are now aching dreadfully as he ‘hasn’t stopped’ all day.  Poor Young Lad.

It’s been a few days since my last blog, Readers, due to Extended Bldy Working Hours this week, and some late returns. I find it rather poor that no effort can be made to write the blog at the end of a long day, but there you go.  So in effect I haven’t really seen much of Pack Leader this week, other than when She chased me round the garden to retrieve a potato waffle box from my mouth that I’d dragged out of the recycling.  She had to give up with retrieving the potato waffle box as I growled and snarled like a wild bear, and it was perfectly clear that I would take her hand off if She got much closer.  Then I had a very satisfying few minutes ripping it up and spitting it round the garden.  

I’ve been to dear, dear Pippa’s house for daycare this week, too, and have had a marvellous time.  Yesterday it was unseasonably warm for mid October, so Pippa and I had no choice but to wade into the river to cool off.  I went in as far as my elbows!  I know!

Tonight after tea (a rather half-hearted attempt at Jamie Oliver’s Pasta Bianco because it’s “bldy quick”) I was dragged out over the Rec for yet another walk, as She wanted some fresh air and exercise again. Honestly, there is no thought to what I want to do.  There were some teenagers sitting on a wall smoking something and I gave them a very wide berth as I was frightened.  I will have a look tomorrow, to see if they dropped any food – I just didn’t quite pluck up my courage today.  They were big teenagers.

Gingercat and I both have a manky eye.  Gingercat’s is always manky and has some discharge (what an unpleasant word that is), whereas mine is usually fine but I’ve started leaking something from it.  She said ‘oh for god’ sake’ and ‘ruddy conjunctivitis’ and ‘bastarding vet bill’ so I think a decision has been made to clean it up herself with damp kitchen towel.  This is a lot cheaper than some of the other options. Tightwad.

There has been some frantic hoovering done tonight, Friends, as the house is a tip, and someone has walked mud in the house, up the stairs and into the bathroom.  For once, it wasn’t me!  I suspect it was He, as he was wandering round the garden in the dark early this  morning. picking up my comfort breaks. I am convinced I saw Him come into the house in muddy trainers, and stroll up the stairs (which are covered in a beigy carpet ).  I refuse to take responsibility for the large patches of mud everywhere.  

Well they’re all out to school or work tomorrow, so I’m off to dear, dear Ebony’s house again.  Hopefully this time I will be allowed to choose where to go, as I really do feel it’s  my turn to decide.

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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