yes, you’ve guess correctly and no I am not
Mother Hubbard, but it is bath time again!
The Mrs seems very keen on keeping me smelling sweet, but her idea of
sweet is totally different to mine. A
good roll in the mud is always therapeutic for the fur and that was what I
availed myself to on a recent walk, only to find on our return that this would
be the outcome…. Nothing was said at
the time of the rolling and it was pure luck we found a puddle deep enough to give
a good covering but on the way home I detected a certain chilliness in the air
not related to the ambient temperature.
You will notice that I am becoming more eloquent, the reason
for this turned out to be another misdemeanour which I will relate to you. Fossicking about in the Boss’s
garage, where there seems to be an inordinate amount of ‘stuff’,
most of which the Mrs informs me is rubbish, I found a rather tasty book. It must have been stored somewhere near some
venison and pigeons because it had a lovely perfume – reminded me
of my bones, just the sort of think I like to chew on. Anyway there I was half way through this
engrossing read when the Boss turns up and takes it away from me –
I never did get to finish it. Neither
did anyone else as my tooth marks had apparently rendered half of it illegible –
told you I had learned some big words.
Turns out it was a dictionary – surprise!! – and the Mrs
was extremely disappointed in my choice of reading material, not to mention
chewing material. After a long and tiresome
reprimand I decided it would be in my
best interest not to take up reading to
pass the time as the Mrs does but choose the TV, like the Boss does, which
shows much more interesting things like golf, rugby, snooker, farming, fishing
and animals, which is why I think the Mrs reads so much……
