For some strange reason I was attracted to the raised beds that the next door’s cats have mangled (okay, I may have helped a little, but it was all in the cause of fighting off the cats!)
It was suprisingly comfortable, even the lump of wood and I let the sun warm my face.
I then got abandoned when they all went for dinner, but it was all made better later with the help of an ice lolly. Now that was really special! I was able to wrap my tongue right round it and squeeze out every last drop of cook orange!
So, right old mix, generally speaking.
It seems that the Dragon has a cousin and he has been invited around especially to scare me – done a pretty good job of it too! This other dragon is bigger than the one who lives by the fridge and he is really, really thirsty – my owner has been pouring water in it all day and it still wants more! Mind you, it would make a lot more sense if it stopped spitting it all over the floor and then sucking it up again – the manners of some people!
Somewhere in the middle of all this rumpus, I went to have a nervous moment in my nice comforting bed, only to discover that the bedding has been stolen. I mean, is this abuse or what?
Turns out that it has been put into the washing machine for some reason that I cannot work out. I am a clean puppy! Why would my bedding need washing?
All in all, I wish I had gone to the allotment with the big dog – it would have been so much better for my nerves!
Today, it is bed making.
This is one of my more important duties, partly because I am responsible for the black paw-shaped marks all over the duvets – allegedly!
I have to admit I need a little help with some of it – I am not good at getting stuff out of high cupboards, and elastic corners completely confuse me – but I think I do a good job and the others in the house only have to help a little bit …
So, here is my pictorial tutorial, for all you other canine helpers out there.
And just to emphasise this important fact, I got into the office quickly this morning so I could sit on the important chair. I normally only get on there a bare second before the Big Dog does, if I do at all, and so get squished up the back and have to sort of peer round him. Today, my timing was a lot better and by the time he got upstairs with his coffee, I was sat comfortably and ready to give him his orders.
Much to my surprise, he simply sat down at his keyboard and started composing instead and completely ignored me. I did cough a couple of times, but he had his headphones on and was starting to make strange noises – I think it is called singing, but it is beyond me.
So, I gave up – far too much like hard work!
I just got bathed. I am back from agility training, absolutely shattered; I have run and jumped and weaved and hopped and gone left, gone right, gone underneath (okay, that was a mistake) gone up, gone down, gone round…. And then I chased, got chased, ran everywhere – it was wonderful.
So, I staggered home, wandered into the living room and some kind person took my collar off. It is at that point I should have run for it – big clue that. The other one was the big dog putting on one of his chef’s apron; let’s face it, he wasn’t about to knock me up a four course meal.
Well, he scrubbed me everywhere – I mean, EVERYWHERE! Even my ears. Mind you, the colour of the water was rather embarrassing. I think it was about two weeks worth of river and the agility training plus the raised bed in the garden that probably had something to do with it.
Well, I am now damp, itchy and …. my ears! He scrubbed my ears!!