I know what you’re thinking, Readers – that I’m a few days late as Halloween was six days ago. But you see, I like to bide my time and choose my moments carefully as it is far more fun. Yesterday afternoon, once dear Pippa’s Pack Leader had brought me home from daycare, I had some time to myself in the house and I think we all know what I found on the kitchen counter!
The trick was to stand up as tall as I possibly could and stretch my paw right across the counter until it managed to knock Young Lad’s Halloween bucket of sweets onto the floor. The treat was to then eat the lot.
There were lollipops, chews, a couple of chocolates, a bag or two of Haribos, some Refreshers and a packet of love hearts. The wrappers were a bit of a pain and I had to spit the lolly sticks over the lounge floor, but I really did enjoy myself.
Of course I was moaned at when they got in, and there was the silly “WHO did this?” shrieked at me, but it was a top hour of entertainment. There was some concern that I might be hyperactive due to the sugar rush, but this was never likely to happen and I slept soundly in my chair. It finished off a pretty good day, actually, as I had rolled in loads of fox cack when out for my walk with Pippa and had to be cleaned up.
It was all a bit fraught here at the end of the afternoon, which annoyed me as I was quite tired from all my foraging in the kitchen. She and Young Lad were at yet another dull hospital appointment and then they dashed home to shove some food in the oven before She had to leave again to attend Lad’s GCSE Celebration Evening. There was loads of moaning and fussing for the fifteen minutes She was in the house and we were all glad to see the back of her.
Then it settled down as He, Young Lad and I had the sofa and the telly to ourselves for a couple of hours. This was very pleasant, even though I was a bit rank from the fox poo and probably shouldn’t have been on the sofa in the first place.
Lad and She finally returned from the Celebration Evening which She said was very enjoyable and Lad said was lame. I think to be honest Lad was in a mood as She had refused to stop at MacDonalds on the way home, and he had to make do with a packet of Uncle Ben’s instead. This was nowhere near enough sustenance for poor Lad, and he had no choice but to put some hash browns and chips in the oven at 9pm. What an atrocious lack of nutrition for poor Lad – this is Neglect.
On the subject of food (my favourite topic, obviously) Young Lad has Food Tech later this week. In an attempt at organisation, She asked him this morning what ingredients he needed for this week’s dish of macaroni cheese. Young Lad said, “Macaroni. And cheese. That should do it.” There was a lengthy lecture then about the need to actually look at one’s list of ingredients in one’s Food Tech book instead of hoping for the best. I’m looking forward to Young Lad’s macaroni cheese as most of his Food Tech has been triumphant, with the small exception of the scone spirals.
He is out at a jolly nice dinner somewhere tonight, so Young Lad, Lad and She are all on the sofa and two of the three are watching a football match. I was trying to sleep in between them all but it was rather limited from the room point of view, so I have gone off to my chair in a huff.
Today I had a lovely long walk at the river and into Far Field. I haven’t been into Far Field for a while and it was very nice to sniff around at leisure. This was rudely interrupted however by the appearance of the Air Ambulance overhead, where it hovered in an exciting way for ages whilst looking for somewhere to land. Always one to enjoy a medical emergency She made me hurry up in Far Field so that we could chase after the Air Ambulance and see where it went. Alas there was no sign of it once we came out of the woods, so there was an air of disappointment. For heavens’ sake I could have taken my time after all.
I saw lots of the usual 10 am friends down there and felt frisky enough to chase my ball a few times. I didn’t want to overdo it, though. Coming back up the road, I found a dessicated frog dried into the road – I tried my hardest to scrape it up and eat it, but was pulled harshly away. I was marched indoors and put in the bath, as I still smelled from my rolling yesterday. This annoyed me, as it’s taken me all day to dry out and now I’m blamed for the smell of wet dog in the house. There are three candles on the go this evening.
Tonight’s dinner was fishcakes, mashed potato, broccoli, green beans and carrots. Nobody liked the fishcakes despite their “melting centres” (no of course they weren’t home-made) but at least the presence of vegetables made up for the poor culinary showing last night. I’ve had half a fishcake that Young Lad wasn’t enjoying and I can confirm that it was quite bland, melting centre or no melting centre. I ate it though.
Tomorrow I’m at dear Pippa’s again, and I’m really hoping her Pack Leader drops me home before anyone gets in so that I can check out the kitchen and the bins. Nobody has noticed yet that there is the wrapping from a loaf of bread under the dining room table – it’ll be months before anyone cleans there – so my secret is safe for now.
Golly I’m exhausted – some of those chewy lollies were jolly hard work you know.
See you soon,