Safe Bet

tired This morning, while out on my walk, there was a squirrel that made a huge error of judgement.  It ran down from a tree just a little ahead of me and tried to dash across a huge open expanse of field – clearly this squirrel had not taken into account how fleet of foot I am, and I immediately gave chase.  Readers, I was the closest I have EVER been to catching something and I include the silly duck on the river in that!  However, She started blowing frantically on the whistle and I knew for a fact that there were some pieces of cold roast chicken in the treat bag, so I had a difficult decision to make.  Should I carry on sprinting fast (uphill) after the squirrel, or turn back for some chicken?  Hmm, tricky one.  In the end I decided that the chicken was a dead cert whereas there was a small chance the squirrel might be faster than me – unlikely I know – but on the balance of probability I chose to turn around and run back.

That was one lucky squirrel, if you ask me.

It was a nice walk today – the weather was beautiful and we stomped at a brisk pace up through Top Field (which is still in need of a cut).  The grass was so long that I couldn’t be seen for much of the time in Top Field so it came as a surprise to She when I emerged covered in fox poo and smelling rank.  I reeked all the way home.  A nice cockapoo bounced up to talk to me but I was pulled sharply away so that I didn’t contaminate it.  Ridiculous.  Then when we got home I was put in the bath and scrubbed to within an inch of my life, and of course then the bathroom had to be cleaned and the house now smells of bleach and Viakal.

I had to spend the rest of the morning in the garden to dry off in the sunshine.

While there was nobody in this morning, I looked round the back porch and found some stale bread in a packet, ready to go  out to the bird table.  It never made it to the bird table and the plastic packet is now under the dining room table, along with a ripped up crisp wrapper. It looks pretty.

Oh Readers, yesterday was marvellous!  I went to dear, dear Pippa’s for daycare for the first time in WEEKS.  I have missed her so much and Pippa has missed me too, so I spent the day asleep once we were back from our walk.  I do love it at Pippa’s house and nobody shouts at me there.  

There have been some disagreements here early in the morning this week.  Lad returned from Benigormless and was a little tired – hence Lad was a little reluctant to go to school on Wednesday. Poor Lad.  He had a headache and was very, very weary and really nobody should have to go to school in this situation.  Alas, She didn’t see it like that and there was a lot of sensible, calm discussion about how to proceed.  I’m sure Lad could see the sense in what was being said.

I’ve ripped a bit more laminate off the cupboard where Gingercat’s food used to be kept.  I’m really irritated that his food has now been moved to a high place, so thought I might as well pull some more laminate off.  Our kitchen looks like a hovel. Then I looked through the cupboard under the stairs but there was nothing interesting in it.  It can be very boring in my house.

Poor He is working very long hours as it is the busy season. It seems to  be the busy season all round – Young Lad had cricket practice last night for the first time in ages, as it finally wasn’t raining on a Wednesday evening.  There should have been a cricket match on Tuesday evening – I was looking forward to this immensely – but would you believe it, there was so much rain on Monday night that the ground was too wet.  It is simply AGES since I’ve been to the cricket ground and thought I would definitely be going along to training last night but no!  She decided She couldn’t be bothered to walk me round the boundary for an hour and a half which is downright selfish and thoughtless.

On Monday evening Young Lad played in a rounders match at school. He has walked  all the way home at least three of the days this week with his friend, and I really feel too much is expected of Young Lad. No wonder he is always lying on the sofa.  I know how he feels – at dear Ebony’s house this week I slept upside down on their soft furnishings for much of the day.  It’s no surprise that Young Lad and I get on so well and like to share a bed, as we both feel completely worn out most of the time.

Today there has been a lot of frantic cleaning and  bad-tempered housework, not to mention rushing round the garden with the lawn mower.  I can’t imagine what the electricity bill must be, with the number of appliances that  have been on half the day.  At one point I was trying to walk across the lawn, in the exact spot where the lawn mower was heading, and there was something of a stand-off.  I refused to move and the lawn mower had to stop, eventually going round me.  It gave me a sense of power and satisfaction.

Well tomorrow I’m off to dear Ebony’s house again, and I hope her Pack Leader has stocked up the bird table as there wasn’t much birdseed left by the time I’d finished with it the other day.    This was evident in my comfort breaks for the next 48 hours, and also the dreadful flatulence I’ve experienced.  I wonder whether the birds have the same problems digesting birdseed, that I do?

Well, I think it’s time for Young Lad and I to call it a night.

See you soon,

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.

2 thoughts on “Safe Bet”

  1. Sorry Russell I have swept the bird table and surrounding areas, there really shouldn’t be any bird food around to eat, but I am sure you will find some.

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