There have been changes in the order of things. Big-He has been working away on ordinary days and He-who-runs-fast has been working here or at least I think he has. He has been wandering round in his night clothes or sometimes just his underpants, talking on the phone a lot and eating
more or less constantly.This is called 'Study Leave' but I'm not sure which bit is what he calls 'revising'.
It is an ill wind that blows no good as the Great Dane of philosophers
once said. So because Big-He is not here to shout at She has had to spend more time shouting at the rest of the pack to 'help.'
I don't know what this means and apparently neither do the pack.
When she rants and raves and waves her arms round and bangs plates I only get every other word. I picked up 'Socks!waffle waffle - not fair! grumble grumble - dirty washing! whinge - I am not your servant! - rant rant - orange peel! gripe gripe - banana skins.!' It all
got more interesting when she said 'rude-human-word dog' because I know this is how she refers to me. It is I assure you a term of the highest regard. Anyway, she said that no one ever fed me but She ( which is usually true ) and that this was also 'not fair' as apparently
He-who-runs- fast is actually my pet ( I never knew that) and so everyone should look after me.
This has turned out to be good news because, although there seems no change on the socks, orange peel and banana skin complaint, the pack did accept that my needs are paramount and now everyone is feeding me at random intervals throughout the day and most of the evening. Whenever I empty my bowl it is miraculously filled again ( with kibbles unfortunately but you can't have everything).
I am afraid this is beginning to show on my svelte and youthful physique
but it is a law of doghood that if there is food then you must eat it.
( even if it is only kibbles)
I have no doubt that the pack will forget to feed me again very soon
and things will return to normal. In the meantime I breathe in
at bottom sniffing times and try not to stand sideways when I want to impress the fair sex.
more or less constantly.This is called 'Study Leave' but I'm not sure which bit is what he calls 'revising'.
It is an ill wind that blows no good as the Great Dane of philosophers
once said. So because Big-He is not here to shout at She has had to spend more time shouting at the rest of the pack to 'help.'
I don't know what this means and apparently neither do the pack.
When she rants and raves and waves her arms round and bangs plates I only get every other word. I picked up 'Socks!waffle waffle - not fair! grumble grumble - dirty washing! whinge - I am not your servant! - rant rant - orange peel! gripe gripe - banana skins.!' It all
got more interesting when she said 'rude-human-word dog' because I know this is how she refers to me. It is I assure you a term of the highest regard. Anyway, she said that no one ever fed me but She ( which is usually true ) and that this was also 'not fair' as apparently
He-who-runs- fast is actually my pet ( I never knew that) and so everyone should look after me.
This has turned out to be good news because, although there seems no change on the socks, orange peel and banana skin complaint, the pack did accept that my needs are paramount and now everyone is feeding me at random intervals throughout the day and most of the evening. Whenever I empty my bowl it is miraculously filled again ( with kibbles unfortunately but you can't have everything).
I am afraid this is beginning to show on my svelte and youthful physique
but it is a law of doghood that if there is food then you must eat it.
( even if it is only kibbles)
I have no doubt that the pack will forget to feed me again very soon
and things will return to normal. In the meantime I breathe in
at bottom sniffing times and try not to stand sideways when I want to impress the fair sex.
posted by Nicky | 5:23 pm
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Cute dog!
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