Monday, 11 July 2011

Dog to dog blog: last one for a bit

This is definitely my last blog post for a while – after this, Grandpa can do his own. The whole boating business is, like, hard work, frankly, and I've not been getting anything like my usual 18 hours kip.

Today we went back down the locks, and I was expected to help with all of them, I mean, how fair is that? And it was just sooo hot. After we'd passed the junction, I went on strike, and Mummy put me back on board. She said she had to come in to to supervise me, so I don't think I was the only knackered one.

Anyway, we're back at Alrewas, tied right next to Mum's car, so's we can go to obedience tonight. More work, but at least it should have cooled down by then.

I've spent a lot of the rest of the time indoors as well, playing hunting the thing, which is always good for a laugh. I pretend to be very worried by any chance gleam of light on the walls or floor, usually off the tags on my collar, and hunt them around the place, growling from time to time.

Well, it makes life go with a swing when the humans are doing their boring computer stuff.

They are having pork pie and salad tonight, but Grandpa came back from the butchers with just three of the pies, so guess who's not getting one.

Lynx, thanks for the offer, but I tried the hypno-stare once.

Thing is, your Mummy is a farmer-cyst, I think, so maybe she's not up on non-farmer-college-ical approaches. Don't know what it's got to do with farmers, but there you go, something to do with the hot chickens, I suppose.

Grandpa is or was a psychologist, and used to do hypnosis type stuff for a living. I tried the hypno-stare, and all that happened was, I woke up 30 minutes later and everyone had finished eating.

It's just so unfair. And hot.

Yours in a grumpy mood

Sally

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