Working hard, this is a holiday?

Hi guys

I am knackered, not to beat about the rabbit. Had a reasonable night and went through to check up on the AGPs at around five as usual. We all had a bit of a doze, then I went out for a wee whilst Granny made the tea. But instead of going back to bed with it, the AGPs sat in the dinette!

What a swizz.

Anyway, when we set off, I took Grandpa for a walk whilst Granny steered the boat. We rejoined after about 30 minutes, which was just about enough for one session, I’m not a ruddy collie.

Then I had to spend the rest of the cruise keeping a look out in the well deck. This means going regularly from side to side to do Olympic looking both forward and back; there are ducks, geese, dogs on the towpath, dogs on other boats, fishermen, you name it. You can’t trust one of them and some need a right barking at, though Grandpa gets cross if I do too much of that.

Ungrateful person that he is.

Finally we rock up here at Buglawton. Filled the tank with water and then just pushed across to the towpath side for the night.

After a coffee, Grandpa was sent to check out a Co-op Meg on Seyella had reported via her man Geoff. I decided to stay put and guard the boat with Granny for three reasons:

1) Meg is a bearded collie, aka a flying hearth rug, so there’s no knowing what her idea of a short walk is.

2) Her man Geoff is a bit weird – paints his own boat and stuff, well he’s a boater, ‘nuff said – but he also does loads of running on his own account, so again, goodness knows what he thinks a short walk is.

3) I couldn’t be bothered.

As it turns out, Grandpa came back quite soon. Seems the Co-op is down St John’s Road that you get to by crossing the main road that runs over bridge 68 by the water point. Grandpa had got what he wanted, including a bag of cheapo pasta shapes to use as treats for me, so a bit of a result all round, really.

Took both AGPs for a walk again this pm, just along the towpath and back. The Wagg is OK, by the way, no problems at all so far.

The only fly in the ointment, you might say, apart from being exhausted, of course, is the fly swat. There are a lot of flies about at the moment, so the AGPs keep waving the fly swat around. Thing is, it terrifies me and I have to go and curl up in my bed or hide under the dinette.

No idea why; Grandpa says I must have been abused as a puppy (remember I’m a rescue dog with a romantic history I’ll make up tell you about one day) and I’ve repressed the memory of it.

Could be true but I don’t care, just keep me away from the fly swat.

Loads of licks

Your friend

Sally