The Lost Hour

clock2 Readers, this is what happens when you are made to watch too much medical drama.  One’s brain becomes completely addled and somehow in my last blog I managed to lose a whole hour from 24 Hours in A&E, referring to it as a mere 23 Hours in A&E.  If only.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, I mis-typed “swans” as “swabs.”  Really, it’s ridiculous.

Yesterday was another beautiful day; so warm and mild it could have been April instead of February.  So what happened?  I was dragged out TWICE for lengthy walks.  In the morning He took out me down to the river for a lovely Sunday morning walk whilst She ‘popped into town’ and Lad was sound asleep in bed. He and I had a marvellous, relaxed wander with no shouting of hurry up every two minutes.

Then in the afternoon, She decided it was such a lovely day that another walk was in order, perhaps stopping for a cup of tea in the sunshine half way.  And so it was that I was shoved in the back of the car and driven down to the old disused railway track, where millions of other dogs and bldycyclists were trying to get past each other.  The bldycyclists are a pain in the backside, She says.  The ‘nice’ walk to the cafe on the disused railway track was a tadge longer that She remembered and it took 45 minutes to get there.  Imagine how we laughed when we arrived and found the queue halfway back down the platform.  Oh they were all out yesterday; dog-walkers, runners, cyclists, large groups of sturdy, earnest hikers….and they were all in front of me in the queue.  Readers, it took forever.  And then I had to walk another 45 minutes back to the car!  I ask you.  All in all I walked over 5 miles yesterday and I’m really feeling it today.

I could have done without all this on top of the worry about Young Lad.  Readers, Young Lad hasn’t been heard from since he left on the coach early Saturday morning for his football trip to Madrid – I am genuinely wondering whether he is still in Burger King at Heathrow.  The thing is, every few hours there are updates on something called Twatter, with photos and comments about what is going on.  Young Lad has not featured in any of these photos and there is no evidence to suggest that he is actually there.  I think the most likely explanation is that Young Lad cannot cope with the punishing physical schedule, and has opted to stay in bed in his four-star hotel.  Certainly the PE staff have over-estimated Young Lad’s ability to move around quite so much and I feel sure they have let him off the football aspect of the football trip.  Poor Young Lad.

Lad got up surprisingly early this morning and caught the 10am train to hang out with his friends.  He has just come home, and explained what they spent the day doing.  A large proportion of it seems to have been deciding where to eat at lunchtime – things started off well at KFC, but then one of Lad’s friends wanted Burger King instead so they all had to queue up there after KFC, and then another friend wanted his lunch from Subway, so there seems to have been a distinct lack of agreement about where they were going to get lunch.  Oh to have this much choice.

I was quite annoyed to find She answering a thread on a Beagle Facebook page, which asked whether Beagles always have bad flatulence.  She wrote simply, “yes.”  I feel this was far from helpful and rather blunt. 

The Stupid Starlings have been over-indulged today with a new stock of fat balls to fill up their feeder, some peanuts and a load of stale bread.  Just how much do a few scrawny birds need to eat?  Of course this meant I couldn’t relax when I got home from my morning walk today and had to run in and out for hours to eat whatever they dropped. Thankfully it all quietened down this afternoon while a whole load of paperwork and faffing on the laptop was done, so I curled up on the sofa and slept heavily.

Dinner last night was interesting.  Not mine, you understand, but what was produced for Lad and He.  As Young Lad is away, it was decided to try a new recipe that included King Prawns as Young Lad wouldn’t dream of eating something so exotic.  “Cheats King Prawn risotto” was made, using wholegrain rice and something called Quinoa.  It was shocking; some ended up in my bowl it was that bad.  You know what they say – cheats never prosper.  Ain’t that the truth.

One of the good things about Young Lad being away in a four-star hotel is that I have his whole bed to myself.  It is wonderful to be able to stretch out properly all night.   I miss him a bit, of course.  

Tomorrow I would like a quieter day with slightly less in the way of long walks. They can be overdone you know, and I had to run fast up hills in Top Field, Top Top Field AND Top, Top, Top Field today as She insisted on blowing the whistle and waving a piece of ham at me every time I was a little behind.  Plus with the new wellington boots we seem to be moving at Strong Striding Speed all the time and it’s much too fast for my liking.  We don’t all want calf muscles like Olympic shotputters.

Well, Friends, I will let you know if and when Young Lad is spotted anywhere or if he can fit into his busy schedule making contact with his family so they know  he is still in one piece.

Golly I’m just tired thinking about it all.

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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