Dog to dog blog: a quick sleepover

Hi guys

Mummy had to do something called a job interview yesterday, and didn't want to leave me alone in the house. When she goes out, I like to sing songs to keep myself cheery, but seemingly the neighbours aren't musical. What's an environmental health enquiry, does anyone know?

Mum got me this weird collar that vibrates when I bark. She seems to think that it will stop me making a noise, but truth to tell, I quite enjoy the challenge of working out how to sing (quietly but emphatically) without getting the old vibes round the throat.

Anyway, the upshot of it was I got to spend a night on my boat. That was great, haven't seen the AGPs* for yonks. I kept my usual eye on them, popping through to check up whenever one of them went to the loo in the night, and at five I reckoned it was light enough for some action, so went and put my forepaws on the bed and stuck my tongue down Grandpa's ear. (Pretty disgusting experience, frankly, he uses this polytar shampoo and the ear tasted like flea spray, but I know my duty.)

He told me to go away, very quietly but firmly, so went and did the humph crash onto my bed in the saloon. At six, I decided they really shouldn't try to kip any more, old people don't need as much sleep as us youngsters, and I was well rested, so went and jumped on the bed and rearranged the AGPs to make enough room for me to curl up.

After we'd all got up, we pushed the boat across to get some more water; I helped by making sure the ducks kept out of the way, very satisfying, woof, woof.

Then I helped Granny work the locks. There were a number of sinister black dogs about, but soon put them in their place. Granny isn't as sure about dogs as Mummy is, so I have to bark at a lot more of them.

We finally tied at the start of Alrewas, and hung about for absolutely ages in horribly hot weather. I spent some time bored out of my skull, too hot to walk or chase bunnies, and anyway all the bunnies hiding from the heat, so it was  case of play "Hunt the thing" around the saloon with the sparkles of sunshine.

In the end, after tweeting about it, Grandpa rang Mummy and asked if she was coming to collect me, which she did by half two. Seems the interview was probably OK, but won't know the result until next week, loads more people to be seen, boo.

I'm told the AGPs then went and got ratted with their friends on Autumn Years all afternoon, bought a carry out from the Jaipur by the moorings, got back to the boat, found out that it was the wrong one but ate it anyway.

They must have been well away, I think I'd better pop back today and see if they're OK.

Loads and loads of licks, don't get heatstroke, guys,

Your friend

Sally

*PS AGPs = Aged GrandParents, get it? WOOF WOOF!