Thursday 9 October 2014

OCTOBER 2014


You will notice the black surround – it is because the boss said it is the end of an era and I totally sympathise – no more digestive biscuits and kindly tickles round my era’s from the Matriarch. I was looking forward to flushing a few birds off her bird table but I don’t think that is going to happen as I have been told she left this world for heaven in August and so things have been a bit quiet. There will be no more walks down to her flat to eat all the bird food she put out for her feathery friends.  Now she is probably flying around up there among them – I will keep a look out.

Grouse has been mentioned, but I am not sure if it was the Mrs complaining about the Boss and the approaching shooting season or the Boss complaining about the Mrs complaining about him.  If it gets too complicated I just bark and that stops them both in their tracks as they are not used to me using my voice.  They tell me this is one of the things they love about me – the fact that I very rarely speak, but when I do, it is for a good reason and even then it is usually just the one or two deep barks.  I am not fond of the yappers and neither are the Boss and Mrs.  Our house is usually quiet apart from when the miniatures arrive and then you can’t hear yourself bark – not that I do of course, although I did try it once and the miniature made even more noise so I beat a hasty retreat with a flea in my ear – oh no – we are back to era’s again…

SUMMER 2014

What a surprise!  My girlfriend Jazz, who only lives round the corner now, kept telling me something was in going to happen…. at her house there was anticipation in the air.  There had been preparations for an extra room, a new sleeping basket, less walks and her Mrs getting bigger and bigger, Jazz wondered what was in store? Overeating? Puppies?  Then lo and behold, look what arrived at 3am one morning.  The last night in June Jazz was kept awake with lots of pacing back and forth and later at our house on the same night I heard the tinkling of the small black pocket box which means my Boss and Mrs talk to invisible people and ignore me.  I always thought dogs, not humans, had sixth senses but it seems the other way round in this house.  Anyway, after this invisible conversation the Mrs jumped up and down and disappeared.  Jazz said she turned up at her place to stay while Jazz’s Boss and Mrs went off to a very large building, only to return later that morning with another miniature.  Well, swipe me sideways with a bouquet of pheasants, I am not quite sure how that happened, but whether bought or homemade everyone seems very happy, including Jazz.  Her Mrs was much reduced in size and her Boss was proudly carrying the new miniature, who very much resembled the previous miniatures with one crucial difference, the accompanying teddy had a pink bow whereas before the other two teddies had blue.   Jazz had lots of hugs and pats in celebration of another prospective playmate and is very happy to start her walks again, but whenever I see her now she keeps looking at me with that wistful look in eyes and I am not sure why…