The Spilt Tea

I'm in the boot room already this morning! I had my breakfast and went up the garden to do what doggies do best in gardens. Breakfast is my favourite! It's raining outside and when I came in again The Owner had picked up his Sunday paper after having rummaged through the big heap that comes through the door on a Sunday morning and made a mess, then settled down with his cup of tea on the settee that I am allowed on.

Well thats what I normally do! Climb up on it with him and snuggle down for a cuddle while he reads the paper and rants a lot. Unusually he isn't ranting at me so that's why I like it. I was only a little bit wet from the garden! He jumped as if in some kind of protest at my dampness, I jumped to get out of his way and only slightle knocked his mug of hot tea. So now I'm in the boot room and his trousers and the cushion covers are in the washing machine. He won't want to wear those trousers when they come out, even I can see they are going to be a pinky shade of orange!