Why, Why, Why

delilah

 

Delilah came round to visit me on Monday.  Sicknote had taken her to the Evil Vet to discuss Delilah’s appalling behaviour and they popped in for lunch afterwards.  This was pleasant in some ways as Sicknote has excellent manners and knows guests should never pitch up empty handed – therefore Sicknote had stopped at PetsRVetsRToysRus or whatever it’s called and bought me some chews.  More of those later.  It was also pleasant in that She made some effort and baked a fruit cake, so there was a nice smell in the kitchen for once and of course cake mixture dripping down the washing machine for me to clean up.

However there were some disadvantages to having Delilah the Bassett Hound here for a couple of hours.   To start with Delilah wanted me to play with her and kept chasing me round my own lounge, and of course Regular Readers know that I’m not one for frivolous playing.   I  joined in for a while, and did some strange jumping actions and whinnied like a pony once or twice, but really that was enough.   I had no choice but to snap aggressively at her a few times so that she got the message.  Thankfully Young Lad was happy to play with Delilah so I could lie on the sofa for a rest.

Then of course we were dragged out for a walk, even though I had been for a four mile trek over the fields in the morning.  This was quite unnecessary and I had no desire to go out a second time, but because Delilah was our guest I was forced into another walk over the Rec.  This turned out to be quite entertaining as Delilah ran off at quite an impressive speed for a large Bassett Hound and She had to run like the wind after her – Delilah even crossed a road (well, more of a cul-de-sac) and there was much consternation.  I, of course, behaved impeccably and stood quietly while the runaway was recaptured.  This is exactly what I do when dear, dear Ebony behaves like a plonker, and I am proud of how well I compare to my friends in these instances.

Oh yes, the chews.  They were very large solid things, so my Pack Leader gave one first of all to Delilah as she was the guest, and then gave one to me.  Delilah dropped hers on the carpet which was a classic schoolboy error.  In one swift movement I managed to grab Delilah’s solid chew WITHOUT dropping my own!  This showed remarkable skill and dexterity, and I ran off under the dining room table where I tried my best to stuff them both down my gullet as fast as possible.  This was tricky as they were so solid, and She climbed under the table in a very inelegant manner, shouting at me. 

It was nice seeing Sicknote and Delilah but I was glad when they left as Sicknote would insist on perching on the part of the sofa that I wanted to occupy.  In fact, I shoved myself quite firmly behind her when she leant forward and thankfully she took the hint and they went home.

Yesterday was a quieter day as Young Lad and Lad were here; one of them was studying hard and there are no prizes for guessing which one.  She had gone to London to meet old friends for a long lunch which seemed to turn into a ridiculously long lunch – at no point has a meal ever lasted that many hours for me!  He and Young Lad went out in the evening, and Lad was left in charge at home.  Suddenly, Lad decided to go to the gym which shows an excellent attitude towards health and fitness, but he neglected to put the kitchen bin outside the back door.  Thus I had no choice but to empty the bin, which was disgusting and over-flowing, all over the kitchen floor and drag lots of it into the lounge.  How Lad laughed when he returned from the gym.  “You cheeky young pup,” he said, or words to that effect.  Lad sent some photos of the mess to She in London but She didn’t really care.  So Lad had to clean up the floor and hoover the carpet – there were several orange splodges on the carpet which will necessitate some scrubbing with the Dr Beckmann stain remover tomorrow and a lot of swearing.

It was a beautiful day today, and we went for a long walk right up into Top, Top Field and beyond.  Altogether today’s walk was just over four miles and so our daily average is still doing well.  There were some young people on BMX bikes, which was quite annoying, as I do dislike the noise they make, although She says she loves the petrol smell.  I know, Readers, I thought that too.

Then there has been some frantic lawn-mowing this afternoon in an attempt to improve the look of the place before the rain comes back, and half-hearted effort to tidy up.  Detention Friend arrived promptly at 5.30 for his dinner with Young Lad, and then off they went to football training for the evening – rather them than me as it is FREEZING tonight.

Do you know, Readers, it is TWO YEARS since I started writing my blog?  I know!  Time just flies.  Yes indeed, it is TWO YEARS since our friend was poorly in the Marsden with some nastiness, and I’m very pleased to report that he is still doing well.  It is over ONE YEAR since I published my book!  Honestly, the things one can accomplish if one puts one’s mind to it.  Wouldn’t it be nice if the rest of  my family learned from my example?

Tomorrow, Friends, I am going to visit Grandma with He, Lad and Young Lad.  This will be very enjoyable as Grandma cooks very good food indeed and really loves me.

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.

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