Working From Home

We've been home this afternoon, me and The Owner. He spent all morning telling everyone that he was going to be working from home for the afternoon. I wondered what that meant exactly but soon found out. We got throught the door and he quickly changed into his old gardening clothes, poured himself a very large glass of something and went and sat on the patio.

After he'd finished that he went rummaging in the back of the shed and emerged with a triumphant smile on his face and a gallon of fence treatment in one hand, the label of which was so old it had "By Appointment to His Majesty The King" on it and an old brush in the other. I am thinking that this was not quite what he was implying by working from home. So he starts painting the fence with this stinking paint stuff and I go indoors for a lay down. I keep checking on him every once in a while, just to make sure he's doing it right and after a while he comes wandering back in with an empty glass in his hand, presumably looking for more wine. Suddenly there is a right rumpus going on in the kitchen! He's shouting and using words that would make his mother blush! So I went to investigate. Well I have no idea how all that smelly fence stuff got all over my tail!!!! But I do however, have a very good idea how it got up every door and cupbord in the kitchen and dining room. I think I'm going up to the woods at the top of the garden and hiding behind the barbecue for a while.