The Wet Leg

I spent the night at the back of the cupboard under the stairs, thought it safest. Come breakfast time, hunger and a bladder full to bursting point forced me to reveal my whereabouts and I came skulking out of my hiding place. The Owner was stood there by my food dish with his hands on his hips frowning. This was not going to be my most auspicious start to a day!

I did my very best walking to heel all the way to work this morning, I think The Owner was pleased with me a little and when we got there another hoomun was there already, I have seen him with The Owner at the pub. From a quick sniff at his leg I deduce he has a lady dog at home that I would really like to know so I forgot myself a little and sent her a scent message as us dogs do. The hoomun soon started complaining bitterly about a wet leg. I'm up in the calf sheds if anyone wants me!