The Beach Towel

Yesterday was warm, I understand that. Hoomuns like to lay around in the sun and cook themselves. I understand that as well. But, hey, so do dogs! He comes wandering out looking like heaven knows what with his sun hat on his head and with very dodgy cheap sunglasses. I think he bought them about three years ago at the petrol station and they have only one arm left. The other one fell off after the first week and too tight to buy more, he has to have his head on one side when he wears them to prevent them falling off! A pack of beers under his arm and a towel draped over his shoulder. I think it best we don't discuss the shorts here! The towel is spread on the ground and I try and climb on but whenever I do he chases me off. I try and lay down beside him and he chases me off! I had to lay on a heap of dead leaves in the end whilst he, The Owner, lords it on the towel! Later in the day he starts pulling buckets of water out of the well to water his plants, including the smelly lavender. Well I could have done that! Predictably, one of those buckets of water had to come my way didn't it? So dripping in water, while he wasn't looking, I went and curled up in the middle of his towel. Later, watering finished, he came back to his towel, opened another beer with a satisfied sigh and laid back on the towel. A moment later he shot up again and threw his beer everywhere complaining loudly and I was in trouble again, but oh boy was it worth it!