Mum went out today for coffee with friends and left me in charge…of the summerhouse! The sun was shining and it was really warm so she said I could stay outside in the yard but she would leave open the door of the summerhouse in case it got chilly. It’s June but it can still be a bit cool. Mum complains on the beach when there’s wind as it cuts the temperature by several degrees. I don’t notice, of course, being covered in fur.
It stayed lovely and warm but I lay on the rug anyway, just to show I was the boss. My mum was ages, far longer than it takes to have coffee, so when I heard the car pull up I made a big noise so that she knew I hadn’t been neglecting my duty as yard guard. I sound quite frightening if you don’t know me; there’s some power in my bark I tell you. Mum isn’t frightened of course and just tells me to shut up. Which I think is very ungrateful since I’ve been protecting the property while she gossips and shops the afternoon away.