Dog to dog blog: a dull sort of day

Hi guys

I’m back at the boat today, but frankly I’m not sure why I bothered. I mean, the AGPs seem fine, though Grandpa is still moaning on about his back. Mind you, some people turned up just before lunch with a bottle of wine for him and he’s gone all quiet about the pain now.

Not that he’s drunk the booze, you understand (yet, give him time), I think he’s just embarrassed about it all.

Anyway – I’ve spent the day keeping an eye on them and putting up with them complaining about the whiff. This is also entirely their fault; they are the ones who bought me a particularly interesting chunk of cow joint last Saturday. I do like a good lumpy, twisty roasted bone with all chewy bits to pull off and gnaw up, but it does have a bit of an effect on the old innards, know what I mean?

It’s got so’s I hardly dare put my nose down there in case of eruptions.

I haven’t even had a decent run in the field on the lame excuse that it’s all so wet the water is only just under the surface. I did suggest a trip to the copse for a game of rompers, but seemingly the towpath on the way is nothing but sloppy mud. This is not a problem for us four-paw-drive types (4XPaws?), but humans are nothing like so well designed, of course, and have a distressing tendency to fall over or even slide into the canal when it’s really slippy.

So I’ve had to manage with two walks round the marina; met a few admirers on the way, so it’s not all loss, but still not exactly the perfect day.

Heigh ho, apparently we may have to take the car into Derby on Saturday, which is always good for a giggle.

Take care in all this rain you lot

Loads of licks

Your friend

Sally