Dog to dog blog: back to work again

Hi guys

Here I am again, looking after the AGPs because Mummy is busy doing something else – partying, basically, though she calls it “restoring a canal”. I was dropped off here yesterday afternoon and had the usual broken night.

They will leave me in the saloon when they go to bed, usually because I’m all curled up and comfy in my bed there and can’t be bothered to move. Next thing I know, the door through to the bedroom is closed and that’s it. I have to wait to hear them moving around in the middle of the night, when I can start whining gently in that way that says "You know you’re going to let me through eventually, I’m a poor sad doggie shivering in the cold out here, why not let me through now?”

Once they’ve succumbed, it’s straight onto the bed, get a decent amount of snuggling done then curl up and get some more kip. OK, so the bed’s not really big enough for two humans in half of it, but fair shares is fair shares, half for the humans and half for the dogs. They designed the boat, is it my fault if the bed’s not big enough?

This morning, we all went round the marina and visited the lodge now that the tenants have moved out and it’s free for a couple of weeks. Actually, I’m still not allowed in there, chiz, chiz, on the feeble grounds that my claws will scratch the floor. And this despite having them nicely clipped and shaped by Mum before I came over here.

/floor

So Grandpa and I sat out on the veranda and watched the world go by while Grandma sorted stuff inside. Fair play, it’s a good spot, downwind of the marina so you get a load of interesting scents and well above the road level below. I can sit there and sneer at all the dogs being walked past beneath me.

Their AGPs haven’t got a lodge, ha, ha, ha.

:))

This afternoon, there was an attempt to make me settle for another walk round the marina, on the pathetic excuse that there was a cold wind blowing. I had my best coat on, so where’s the problem? Grandma insisted on going on to the lodge, but I made Grandpa take me over the footbridge and along the towpath to the next one. This gave me a chance of a run around off the lead, which was just fine.

There was one boat tied up on the towpath – had a look in through the window whilst Grandpa wasn’t looking – there was a dog in there, hee, hee. I just stared silently at it whilst the poor beast went bananas. Of course meanie Grandpa realised what was happening when he heard the barking and called me off.

Humph, is a girl to have no fun while her Mum is undoubtedly doing so?

Tomorrow, much the same programme, I reckon. The AGPs have been busy faffing around with some quiz in a canal magazine, but as they’ve very nearly finished it, I might get a bit more attention from them.

Possibly.

Loads of licks

Your friend

Sally