I liked France and want to go back
next year to meet more perfumed poodles and learn the language, which as far as
I can tell is called “yap” as that is what most of the French dogs I met were
saying.
Now back at home I accompany the Boss
in his work in the countryside and woodlands, running around and sniffing
(that’s me, not him) but have also learnt to stay close when told in case I
upset some of the wildlife, however recently some of the wildlife upset
me.
When checking security and welfare of
small birds that live within a large park enclosed by a very insignificant
looking wire, I found to my cost the wire carried a rather large bite. Whilst trailing the Boss as he went about his
work, I inadvertently sniffed it and momentarily felt a sharp nasal shock similar
to finding out that the small ball of fur at home had claws. This unfortunate
event concluded in us both being late home for dinner after a long game of tag
until the Boss finally managed to catch me. Once I had calmed down and the Boss
had got his breath back we finished our work.
On our return home my Boss unfortunately fell afoul of the Mrs who had
been expecting us much earlier. Her
sympathies definitely lay with me when, on hearing his explanation of our
tardiness, she promptly gave me the Boss’ dinner and he had to make do with
mine. Sometimes it pays to keep quiet!
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