Not me, I have an alibi!

This time I know for a fact the cat did it. I wasn’t in the house at the time so it can’t have been me.  What’s the hullaballoo?  What indeed – someone stole a sausage!

20130725_190820Apparently my mum cooked six sausages, ate three and left the rest in the dish on the kitchen worktop overnight.  This morning there’s only two bangers – someone had snaffled a sausage.  This discovery was made after I’d been brought back from an overnight stay at bootcamp so I was the prime suspect, as usual, followed by the Irish aunt (who is partial to sampling things my mum cooks).

But then the Irish aunt absolved me by saying there were only TWO sausages when she was in the kitchen so it couldn’t have been me.  Phew, off the hook.

By deduction, it could only have been a cat.  Cleo hardly comes downstairs so my money is on Marley, a sausage thief if ever I saw one, bit fat puss that he is.  Thing was, there was no mess, not a squidge of sausage out of the dish or on the floor, and he is a very messy eater.  So could it have been Cleo?

The only thing that matters is that I’m in the clear with a perfect alibi.

Now, what’s for tea?  Can I smell sausages?


She’s back, I am delirious!

Mum still in her nightie when I was collected for the my run so imagine my surprise when, halfway through the romp, she appeared on the beach.  Oh, it was wonderful, I was delirious, charging about and yelping in glee – my mum, my MUM!!  I continued to show how pleased I was by letting her throw the ball for me cos it’s not the same when she’s not there and I just potter about.  This is the real thing.  My mum is back…

Wish my mum was back on the beach

BlissMy mum had an operation on her knee about three weeks ago and hasn’t been able to go to the beach.  I still go but it’s not the same and I get distracted, won’t chase the ball and sometimes won’t go back to the car.  I’m not the most popular dog when I refuse to head home.

The Irish aunt says I’m too bold when mum is out of action, trying to take her place as top dog, so she’s got me into obedience training again.  That is so tiring, does my head in, so it’s no wonder I’m subdued afterwards.

So I’m hoping that next week my mum will be coming out again now that the bruises are gone.  I’ll chase the ball for her!  Whoopee!