Trying them on
for size. How the Boss walks round in
these is beyond me. Added to the fact
that he has to remove them each time he goes indoors (the Mrs will not let him
in with them on) seems to be a seriously good reason for going barefoot but
apparently that’s only for dogs! He
grumbles about removal, especially when I am welcomed in front of the fire with
just my bare paws. Muddy paws make for
much easier washing – just walk through a few puddles give them a quick lick
and they are clean. Mind you there have
been occasions when even I have been refused entry by the Mrs until certain
ablutions have been carried out but at least I don’t have to stumble about
trying to get these rubber feet off!
Talking about
ablutions I had to succumb to a three person wash as I had received a personal
invitation to attend a session of the 60+ Coffee Morning, apparently my fans
wanted to meet me. The Mrs insisted I
had a bath before the event and The Miniatures helped in the bathroom which
made it rather crowded but the extra hands doing the lathering made it very
enjoyable despite the squealing when I divested myself of unwanted water from
my fur. The towels were meant for me but
ended up covering the Miniatures to protect them from my shaking – but I
managed to get them when their guards were down and covered them with a fine
spray of essence of shampooed dog. Then
the towels were transferred to me and much rubbing and drying took place along
with a certain amount of giggling. After
the towelling came the brushing and by the end I was almost unrecognisable and
transformed into a sweet smelling canine fit to meet my fans.
After a brisk
walk around the village I was warmly welcomed to the coffee morning by Shelley,
and although failing to find any shells on her person I discovered she did have
biscuit treats in her hand for me which was very thoughtful and much
appreciated. After walking around in my
bare paws and meeting all the coffee drinkers present I was patted and petted,
succumbed to some tummy tickling and had a photo with one of my fans. The Mrs showed some of my ‘stay’ commands and
I showed them how I can carry my own lead. I was not allowed under the tables to check if
they were barefoot but they seemed very happy so I can only assume they did not
have rubber feet…
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