Never known my mum so mad. I’m locked away in the back room with my bed and a bowl of water, no biscuits, no loves.
The morning didn’t start well: my mum isn’t sleeping cos her back is hurting so she didn’t appreciate my enthusiastic greeting. Or pulling on the lead. Or trying to cross the road ahead of her. Or losing my Chuck It ball. Or getting sticky stuff on my head.
No, I kept the best till we arrived at the bowling green. I’ve done a few runs then decide I need to relieve myself – against someone’s bowling bag. If my mum hadn’t shrieked I doubt if any of the players would have noticed. She was incandescent.
I was marched home peremptorily. As we walked back it started to rain. I expect that will wash the bowling bag…
I need a trim, says my mum. AGAIN??? Yes, I can tell by the hair sprouting out of your paws, she says. Luckily, because there’s not too much regrowth and she’s getting the hang of it, we were done in about ten minutes.
It’s very hot today so she waited until the sun had moved then set to. Even so, she was boiling by the time she’d finished so we retreated inside. The cats have been indoors all afternoon, snoozing on human beds. I’m not allowed to do that, huh, not even with all that hair removed.
We had a street party yesterday. I love parties – I get lots of fuss and treats. It was very hot so my mum put bowls of water out for me and George, the shar pei from down the street. We were out all day so by the end I was completely bushed, couldn’t keep my eyes open and missed hot dogs from a barbecue. Can’t imagine how hot they were!
She’s been at me again, my mum: forced me into the yard, made me stay still while she wielded those clippers like Excalibur! It’s only five minutes since I was done – surely it’s not time yet? I had chrysanthemum paws, she said, and I will be much happier with less fur in the sunshine. Even skimmed off my leg feathers – though my tail survived untouched! There was a great big pile of cuttings once she’d finished.
Admittedly, I have been a bit overheated outdoors on warm days but there is always our tiled hall to cool off on once we are back home. And if I’m bushed when we are out I can usually find a shady spot to recover.
Look at how my gorgeous spots appear when I’m clipped really short!
We were out for such a long time this morning – breakfast in our favourite café (bits of sausage for me) then food shopping (tuna and sardines, hope I get a sample) for Marley. When I got a whiff that we were homeward bound I decided to take the lead. I’m very good at this and know the way. We were back in no time at all.