Dog to dog blog: Oh my EARS!

Hi guys

Hasn't it been awful? Why do humans have to make these dreadful noises just when it's getting very dark at night and obviously time to start semi-hibernating? What are they worried about, do they want to make sure we all stay awake all winter?

Obviously, those of us houndy types with seriously large (and beautiful) ears suffer the most, and the only way to cope with it is by barking loudly to relieve the pressure inside your head. Unfortunately, humans, not being all that logical, don't see the use of this, and tend to get cross.

Mummy is very good with me when all this stuff starts going down, but it does mean not much sleep all round, so I agreed to spend last night on the boat with the AGPs. This went quite well, there's far fewer bangs around the marina, and after a bit they put the radio on so's I didn't get too worked up.

Sadly, their taste in music isn't too good. I was just enjoying a Radio 2 prog about Rhythm and Blues when they decided to put it off and play some tracks on the iPod instead. Well… a few of those were OK, they have some of the same Country and Western stuff Mummy has, but some of it was Dire, and I don't mean the Straits, I should be so lucky. Come to think of it, we didn't even have that track (joke).

No, what we had was songs from the musicals, would you believe, and then, final insult, some pan pipes. You cannot imagine the pain of a pan pipe rendition of Bridge Over Troubled Water to a dog of refined musical taste and huge ears. It made me want to howl, I can tell you, but a glance at the AGPs soon made me realise that wouldn't be a good idea either.

Finally got through it though, and by ten the racket both outside and inside had died away. We all settled down for a kip, me on my bed in the saloon, as I was frankly knackered, and the AGPs in their usual pit.

About five in the morning I woke to realise it was very cold, so called through to them to see if they were OK. They promptly got up to use the loo, so I gave some meaningful whines at the door and got through to spend the rest of the night keeping them safe and warm by sharing my body heat and their duvet.

Today has been a regular Tuesday, just starting from the boat rather than having to be driven over by Mum. I made a new acquaintance in the running field, a young spaniel called Becky. She was good fun for a bit, but like all youngsters, had to be put in her place eventually.

I really can't abide kids barging in when I'm checking out the old rabbit holes.

The weather's been rubbish since, but I did get Grandpa to give me a brisk trot round the marina just before tea. Usual strategy, pretend that you just need to nip out for a pee, and then set off for a proper walk.

I got to meet Stuart the handyman on the far side; he's always good for an ear pulling session, even if he does persist in calling me "Scoobs". What? Why?

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Oh and a guy came out of the shop with a wrapped chocolate cake in his hand and called me over. Well, what would you think? Nope, big mistake, even if he was quite a little guy and the cake was just at my gob level. Grandpa hauled me off before I could get my teeth into it, chiz chiz.

Ah well, Mummy will be back soon, and I'll get some grub off her, eventually.

Loads of licks to you all

Your friend

Sally

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