Dog to dog blog: too hot to handle

Hi Guys

Grandpa insists that it's my turn to blog, but I think that's because he's feeling hot and tired, so it's easier to shove it onto me. This is a really good mooring from my point of view, with a quietish towpath (just watch out for bikes) in both directions, and no traffic nearby to keep you awake.

Grandpa took me out for my first thing walk without even putting a lead on, and I was very happy to mooch on ahead of him. He seemed to think a short walk would be fine, and tried playing that trick of turning back when I wasn't looking. But I was ready for him; as soon as I saw him turn round, I just carried on a bit further. When he called me, I stopped and had a dump, so he had to come back with one of his little poly bags anyway.

/wahaha

There you are, it's enough to make a cat laugh.

We had a better walk while it was still cool straight after breakfast, and I co-operated with some recall stuff since he'd remembered to bring the treats with him. Since then, it's been too hot to do very much except lurk inside the boat, most of the time stretched out flat on the floor to get as cool as possible.

The AGPs have been planting more flowery things in a trough, which meant turning out the bow locker to find the compost, but I stayed inside and watched them getting hot and frazzled.

There's not a lot more to tell you, frankly – oh, Grandpa says to let you know that they've sold a total of 250 of their books; this they seem to think is an achievement. May be I should write a book one day, all about how to train humans…

/hmm

Well, it's more than the cat could do.

Loads of licks

Your friend

Sally