Not only does Domino take visitor Diesel’s bed, Diesel takes the ball I want to play with. The Irish Aunt says I’m a wuss and there are plenty more toys: I have to be a generous host to the guest.
He’s just on holiday and will go home soon. I’ve loved his company. I wonder if I can go to Diesel’s house and play with his toys? It’s good to share.
A doggy friend and me being totally spoilt.
Mum was going out for lunch yesterday and noticed a funny smell as soon as she got in her car – yuk, dog poo on her sandals! Where on earth had that come from?
She came back in into the yard – and stepped for the second time into a splat of diarrhoea I’d unfortunately deposited in the shade just inside the gate. My tummy wasn’t very good yesterday and I’d not managed to empty it on our morning outing.
She had to wash her sandals with the hose, wash the yard then get her feet cleaned and find more footwear. She was hopping about, all the time to a Jimi Hendrix track blasting out of her pocket! Because she’d started the car, the bluetooth engaged music on her phone and didn’t stop when she got out. Was she mad…
Luckily I didn’t have any more tummy trouble but the episode was totes embarrassment.
Sometimes at the weekend my mum lets me upstairs and I have a sprawl on her bed. It’s a real treat because normally I am barred – with a stairgate, can you believe? – cos I eat Cleo’s food which is up there, and make myself at home on any bed. But a mum cuddle is lovely, then I stretch out…
Visited friends with a big garden and I got to practise my football skills. I’m great at heading the ball as you can see.
Set in for a sleepy afternoon in the shade when I hear my mum opening the grooming box and getting out the clippers. That’s my siesta ruined. I realise her subterfuge now: go for a run in the sun, ply me with biscuits – then POUNCE!
I’m getting used to this now and she said I had been very good, standing still and not trying to hide. How could I scarper when she had me tied up to the patio table?
There was a MASSIVE pile of hair although my coat was nowhere near its longest. She did strip my leg feathers and I suppose that accounted for quite a bit. She says it’s the slimline look for this heatwave summer we’re having.
Afterwards I got an invigorating brush – and biscuits. Now for the snoooozze…
The beach, a refreshing swim and ice cream – what more could a pooch wish for? A new ball, actually, since the one my mum brought was old and went to the bottom after a few throws. I was looking for it all the way home and my mum said I was a fool, I should have known I’d lost it. Still, the ice cream was lovely – both vanilla and Kinder flavours. Wonder if they will ever do chocolate truffle…