Stop Thief!

picnicOver the weekend, Readers, the weather was lovely and lots of families decided to go for walks down at the river.  How wonderful to see happy gatherings of various clans out in the sunshine – some on bikes, some on scooters, some walking their dogs.  But BEST of all was the rather clueless family who decided to have a picnic quite close to the path, and round  a bend.  I had run ahead away from my Pack Leader, and disappeared behind a bush on the big bend of the path.  I couldn’t be seen.  I could be heard though – well, it wasn’t me that could be heard but the raised voices and alarmed tone.

By the time She arrived panting round the corner, I had ploughed through the picnicking family, grabbing  a piece of bread and a few cherry tomatoes as I ran.  It was very funny.  The small child started squealing and the adults didn’t really know what had hit them.  I was very pleased with myself and I feel that the family have learned a timely lesson about choosing one’s picnic spot  more carefully.

Naturally I was shouted at and put back on the lead.

It was extremely noisy at my house on Saturday afternoon.  Young Lad brought round four of his friends – yes, including Detention Friend – and they spent the entire afternoon racketing round the house and garden with those silly Nerf guns, or throwing themselves into the new  over-sized paddling pool. Really it was too much and I was jolly glad when they all went home.  There is only so much noise Gingercat and I can put up with.

Lad was in a town far away seeing his friends, lucky him.

Yesterday Young Lad had an early cricket match so there was no chance of a lie-in.  This was very annoying,  And did they take me with them to cricket? No they did not.  Apparently She was “on  teas” and He was umpiring the match, so there wouldn’t have been anyone to walk me round the boundary for two hours.  It does make me cross, Readers – and I know for a fact that there were loads of crisps over the clubhouse floor that I could have cleaned up for them.  But they won’t be told. So I had to stay at home with Lad all morning.

I was then taken out for a nice walk in the afternoon – an extra long one up round Top Field which is still really badly overgrown. If someone doesn’t get up there and cut it soon I could get very lost. This is worrying.

Today it has been back to normal and everyone has been at work or school.  I sat on the bottom stair at 7.30am and waited very patiently for Ebony’s Pack Leader to come and collect me.   I was SO excited when she came to the door, and couldn’t wait to get out of the house.      I had a lovely day at Ebony’s house.  Tomorrow it’s Pippa’s turn!  I’m lucky to have such  fabulous friends.

Young Lad is very, very tired tonight and had fallen asleep on the sofa halfway through 24 Hours in A&E.   Pack Leader won’t be far behind and I suspect this will be a short blog tonight.  Honestly there is just no stamina in my house.

Well the new over-sized paddling pool has been interesting.  It’s been used on two occasions for its intended purpose, ie sitting in it and cooling down, and other than that Gingercat has stood up on his hind legs looking at his reflection.  He isn’t very bright.  I’ve had the odd drink from it, and now it has leaves and small apples from the tree bobbing about on the surface.  I don’t think this was thought through very well.  Nothing ever is round here.

It’s very peaceful here tonight.  Lad has gone to the gym, Young Lad has fallen asleep and all that can be heard are my gentle snores. Bliss.

So next time you sit down in a public grassy area to have a picnic, Friends, just think on and consider where you are sitting.  Is it in a blind spot for dogs and their walkers?  Remember; not too near the path, and not on a bend.  Otherwise you might be losing your cherry tomatoes too.

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.

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