Dog to dog blog: quiet weekend

Hi guys

Can't really be bothered to do this, it's just so hot, but Grandpa is even less wired for it, so suppose I'll have to.

/dignose

Where'd that cat come from? I dunno, this place is so weird.

Like I said, Mum's bugg shoved off for the weekend, some WRG do, I'm never allowed to go to those after my first National, bit of a red face time that, let's not go there. Not that I bit anyone, not like some GSDs I could mention. There isn't one this year anyway.

Had a quiet night, got through to the AGP's bedroom at around six, gave them all the big good morning greeting then we all snoozed for a good bit longer. Finally persuaded Grandpa to take me to the fields for a run after breakfast and the usual far messing about with the computers. That was quite good, chased the tyre, hunted for bunnies, had to put up with Grandpa's idea of humour, like see his reply to Sue's comment yesterday, and I quote:

She's just had an alarming experience in one of the big dog running fields here at Mercia. She'd gone bunny hunting behind a long bund down the side of the field; meanwhile, I walked away to the far corner. When she finally emerged from the top end of the bund, she was the full diagonal of the field away from me, and couldn't see me against the hedge.

Ran into the middle of the field and then stood there, a picture of canine consternation: "Where's Grandpa? I'm all alone in this scary field, help!"

Ears at full stretch, uncertain trotting one way and then another, until I finally called her, and she fairly laid her lugs back, put the afterburner on and hurtled up to me, stopping in a perfect sit.

She was more careful not to lose track of me for a bit after that…

Well, I mean, I should ruddy well think not! What was the silly old sod man playing at? It was hot, I'm not supposed to run around too much when it's hot, and he starts doing this sort of stuff.

Finally got back to the boat and spent the rest of the day catching up on the old beauty sleep. Like I say, it's hot and muggy, don't want to overdo it.

He's planning to roast a chicken tonight, but I bet I don't get any of it, 'cos Mum told him I was just the right weight, meaningful look, meaningful look.

Oh well, it's better than being dragged round the shops, I guess. Oh, and apparently Mum texted last night to ask if they could take me for a week in July so's she can go "digging on the Basingstoke", whatever that is.

Life is just so unfair. Can I come and live with you, Ty? I bet you'd get some of this chicken.

Loads of Licks

Your friend

Sally

PS Sorry about all the crossings out, Grandpa is having a Clean English Campaign. Too hot and tired to write, not too hot and tired to nag. Typical.