Dog to dog blog: going cold turkey

Hi guys

Here I am again, much clearer headed than last week as I’ve kicked the tabs and am facing the world fearlessly (well almost). You can tell I’m better, I’m making a real effort with the classy language today. (My apologies to the Dalmatians and spaniels – maybe you can get someone to explain the hard words :)) )

Actually, I nearly had 50 fits this morning when we got to the boat. There was Grandpa’s head sticking out of the top of this huge green tent at eight o’clock in the morning. Where was the rest of him? What had Granny done? I stuck my head under the big green cover and found that GP was still in his PJs in there would you believe...

/sweat

Turned out Granny was trimming his fur, not just the stuff on top of his head (what there is of it) but the facial fungus as well. Much use of strange sounding clippers and things.When she’d done, he went off and had a you-know-what, imitation rain, that. Don’t like to say the actual sh... word, might give people ideas.

Once we’d got past all that, I managed to get them to take a walk. That fine body of women, the Mercia Marina Cleaners, were taking a well deserved break from their labours and made much fuss of me. This included not one but two treats, thank you kind lady.

Grandpa says I’m an importunate sycophant, which sounds very grand and I’m sure I don’t deserve it, apart from being the best looking dog on the marina, of course.

On the way round we met a few other dogs, including my mate Katie. As usual all the humans had to stand around nattering for simply ages, and no more treats were forthcoming, so a bit of a bind, really. Why do they have to take so long to exchange their news? Why can’t they just sniff each others’ bums, have a wee and walk on, same as we do. It’s much simpler and quicker and you get to relieve yourself at the same time…

/wahaha

It all went a bit routine after that, to be honest. This afternoon we’ve had a good old ramble and rummage round the towpath and back through Findern again; main point of interest was meeting another of my mates, Charlie, who’s not living in the marina at the moment. Seems Charlie has even more problems with gunfire than I do; the poor lad was a shivering wreck. I did my best to reassure him that the worst is over for a bit, but to no avail.

After I get this posted, I’ll just crash for the rest of the day, I think. Hopefully Mum will remember to come and get me this week.

/hmm