It is morning
coffee time and I am sitting here waiting for mine….. Needless to say the Mrs was a bit put out
that I was in her chair especially as the Boss was having a spirited
conversation with me about the benefits of ball games and whether I liked golf
over football or tennis over cricket to which my reply would have been give me
a tennis ball any time of the day and I would be happy at which point the Mrs
became quite jealous of me being the recipient of so many words coming out of
the Bosses mouth as apposed to the usual monosyllabic replies her attempts at
conversation usually brought forth…..
I now recognise
the word “ball” and can usually find one somewhere in the flowerbeds or on the
lawn or failing that I have been known to retrieve any reasonably sized object
in place of a ball if I can’t find one.
I regularly donate sticks of firewood, stones, fallen apples, slippers,
socks, newspapers and sometimes articles of clothing to the collection of ball
replacements all in the hope they will attract someone to amuse me by letting
me show off my retrieving capabilities.
While we were
having our coffee break our neighbour arrived with what I thought would be some
new playmates but sadly I am only allowed to watch them through the fence with
no retrieving and no playing.
Confusingly they are called ewes but they are nothing like me although
they do have four legs. Their have white
fluffy coats, a bit of an odour problem and spend most of their time eating grass,
baaaa-ing a lot and the little ones frolic and jump all over the place for no
apparent reason. I did try to strike
up a conversation with them to inquire about frolicking but after a while their
responses became somewhat boringly monotonous so now I just ignore them and
have gone back to conversing with the Boss about ball games just to annoy the
Mrs…..
