It's a case of go one way, then go back the other. I hope the humans know what they're doing. Not a lot happened overnight, and I got through the boat at the usual time in the morning to snuggle with G&G. Had a bit of extra kip with them, but was disturbed by lurking ducks. I thought about standing up on the bed and sticking my head out of the Houdini hatch over it, but the fly screen would've ended up draped over my bonce, and I thought that wouldn't look too good.
Here's a picture I had taken this afternoon to show how to do it properly:
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| I see no ducks... |
Mum got a lie in, and the rest of us took the boat back through Rugeley to where we moored the night before. All the way through the town, Granddad tried to train me to ignore the ducks. I went along with it for a bit, as he was being pretty generous with the treats.
Unfortunately, Mum surfaced eventually, and she's much stingier. By that time, I was a bit bored with the whole thing, and just ignored a lot of the ducks anyway. It is good fun occasionally, though. You wait while the duck swims past, and then let rip with the "I'm going to tear your head off" woof. The stupid thing panics and splashes away at speed.
Ha, ha, ha.
Mum and Granddad and me had a good walk after we'd tied up, almost all the way to the next lock. Good rummaging, but not many bunnies, boo. Lots of walkers, though, some of them pretty impressed with yours truly, so by no means a wasted effort.
I'm pretty knackered now, so I've been kipping for the rest of the day. The humans keep jumping off the boat to talk to people they know, and I get hauled along to be introduced. No food in it so far, so pretty much a waste of time and effort, but you gotta humour the humans, I guess.
Lots of licks to you all, and a special hi to Shona; good to hear from you, babe.
Your friend
Sally.
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