Soft furnishings

20181211_195406  Today, Readers, two new cushions were bought for the sofa in attempt to look Christmassy.  They were lovingly positioned and a fluffy newly-washed blanket was folded nicely beside them.  Unfortunately they had been positioned precisely where I wanted to sit, so I had no choice but to kick them off with my front paws.  When She came back in the lounge there was some moaning about the new cushions and clean blanket having been chucked on the floor.  Perhaps if people asked me where I wanted to sit, these problems wouldn’t arise.

It’s all  been happening here, Friends.  The Christmas tree has been purchased, the nasty white stringy stuff that held it together has been cut off with a lot of bad temper, and the tree has been decorated.  It is in the lounge behind the door, which is a ridiculous place to put it if you ask me, as the door constantly bumps into it and knocks the Nordic non-drop needles off (this is a lie just like it was last year – why have they fallen for it again?)  There are no chocolates on the tree yet – I have checked.

Yesterday morning, Young Lad faced a problem.  She and He had gone to work, and Young Lad was home alone before setting off for school.  While he was upstairs brushing his teeth, Young Lad heard a crash.  On arrival in the lounge Young Lad found the Christmas tree lying across the lounge floor, and I was fast asleep in my chair.  We have no idea how the Christmas tree fell over all by itself like this.  It is a worry. Even more of a mystery is the way the two sets of Christmas lights had managed to wind round each other, completely entangling where previously they had been free of each other.  It’s strange.

Lad has spent an hour this afternoon removing all the tangled light and ornaments from the tree, and starting from scratch.  Well done, Lad.

I had a lovely walk at the river this morning – it was a beautiful day and there were a lot of wonderful smells.  It does annoy me when I want to stop and sniff things slowly and She is miles ahead moaning at me to hurry up.  We don’t all want to power walk, for the love of God!  There were a goodly lot of fresh molehills down there today, especially in Far Field, and I need to cock my leg on each and every one of them so it was quite slow progress today.  On the way back I spotted an older lady with a Westie, and it looked like she had treats in her hand so I went running across the path to her and asked for one very nicely.  I was rewarded for my good manners.  It’s always worth a try.  At the weekend there was another older lady with suspected biscuits in her hand and I jumped up at her, placing my filthy paws on her coat.  She too gave me a biscuit though I didn’t really give her much choice in the matter.

Friends, if you don’t ask, you don’t get.

Yesterday was nice, as I went to dear, dear Pippa’s house for daycare and I haven’t see her for AGES!!  We had some lovely walks and other than that just slept.

I’m finding it harder and harder to get up of a morning, Readers, when those cheerless alarm clocks go off at 6am.  I’m not alone in this, and Lad is needing an awful lot of encouragement in this department.  Yesterday was even worse than usual for Lad as not only did he face a long day at school, but then it was Parents’ Evening which entails hanging around for hours in a large school hall waiting for One’s Teachers to Talk To One’s Parents.  This doesn’t always go well, and I feel for poor Lad.

I imagine it’s as much fun as a trip to the Evil Vet’s.

Dinner tonight was bangers and mash with gravy, so I knew the dishwasher experience would be good.  However I had to wait for this, and endure yet another interminable DinnerTime Debate – I sighed and lay under the table waiting for Young Lad to drop some mashed potato as he is wont to do.  Tonight’s debate was all about homework and time management – Young Lad might have his first ever detention tomorrow for forgetting to hand in his homework yesterday.  Young Lad had completed his homework and even had it ready in his bag, but failed to hand it in.  Lad says this is stupid and berated Young Lad.  He also lectured him about Organisation and Handing In Homework on Time – Readers there was much guffawing at this and I heard some ridiculing of Lad.  I felt this was un-called for and just wanted them to finish dinner and load the dishwasher.  It really does bore me.

I stole some of Young Lad’s breakfast this morning as he wasn’t quick enough in eating it.  I think it’s important to keep people on their toes and sharpen their reflexes.  I was shouted at.

The kitchen is in a disgusting state tonight as Factory Scale baking has been undertaken.  I will be licking icing sugar off the door of the washing machine for months.  It’s something to do.

Last evening, Friends, I started playing with the toy Husky that I’ve just re-discovered in my toy basket.  For whatever reason, this toy makes me feel quite fruity and I did a lot of very unusual actions with my hips while holding the Husky.  I’m not sure this necessitated the screams of laughter, and it definitely didn’t need anyone to film it on their phone.  I’m sure there are laws against this.  

Well, Friends, tomorrow I am going to dear, dear Ebony’s house for daycare and I’m jolly pleased about this.  I haven’t seen her for ages, and I’m quite sure I won’t get the blame there if any Christmas trees fall over all by themselves.  It’s possible that they have chocolates on their tree, which is much more Beagle-friendly, isn’t it?

Golly I’m tired.

See you soon,




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.

2 thoughts on “Soft furnishings”

  1. Just a thought Russell……. did anyone ask Gingercat how the tree fell over “by itself” ? Hope a mince pie falls off someone’s plate soon. Enjoy the festive season. Xxxxxx


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