Dog to dog blog: back to the marina

This morning began as usual with Mummy putting her work clothes on, but then, oh happy day, she started packing my going out bag. This is an essential item with spare leads, rain coats, a special sort of towel and the doggy first aid kit in it and meant that I was going to visit Granny and Grandpa.

It’s been so long since I had a day on the boat I was so pleased I could have turned somersaults. Well, I would have if I was a spaniel or a Dalmatian or something like that, but us hounds have to set an example, so I just told Mum how glad I was to be going.

We got to the marina bang on time, that is just after the AGPs had finished their breakfast. (You really don’t want to watch them eating breakfast if you can avoid it; trying to hit their mouths with the muesli whilst reading emails is hard for elderly folk and it’s not as if the spilt stuff is very tasty. Covered in yoghurt, you know.)

Anyhow, once we’d got all settled, I took them for a walk round the marina; I wanted to check up if the woolly things were still in residence in my favourite fields (they were, drat) and to get the old things moving. (The AGPs, that is, not the sheep, I get into terrible trouble for exercising sheep, don’t know why, it’s not as if there’s a world shortage of the things.)

After that we just hung about in the boat, rather. Granny was fiddling about with bits of thread and a funny little hook, which she does from time to time, I think to keep her fingers working, and of course Grandpa had the paper. I’ve tried to break him of the habit of reading the paper, he’s just such a bore doing it, but no success so far.

It was a bit of a disaster after lunch; no carrots! Grandpa had bought a small bag of long thin chews to try instead, but they were so soft I couldn’t actually chew them, they just sort of slithered straight down my throat.

Mum rang up a bit later to check I was looking after the AGPs properly; being made aware of my job in that way, I promptly took them out for a proper walk along the towpath, down round the little quarry and into the charging about fields down by the river.

Only thing was, it had got quite hot, so by the time we got to the fields I wasn’t really in a charging about frame of mind. No matter, I had a good old mooch off the lead and then we found a new way back from there to the middle of the village and so home.

I’ve been kipping ever since; I’ve only just managed to stagger over to the keyboard to type this up. Hopefully Mum won’t be too late tonight; I need a decent meal and then my pit after all this hard work.