Eventually Owners Daughter returned, I suspected at first that she had been off doing some shopping. The Owner was always mumbling about women and shopping, not sure what it entails but I know there is always a lot of bags involved and I thoroughly approve because I can run around for ages in amongst all the paper and have a good time.
Anyway, she got out of the car with a load of bags in her arms so I began to psych myself up for the unwrapping process. Then Owners Dad got out of the car so she had clearly managed to get to his house and back OK. I was hopeful that he may have brought Owners Dads Cat with him, last time I teamed up with him I benefitted from the proceedings with a large plate of burgers and suasages. I know it was unintentional on the part of Owners Dads Cat but, hey, get it where you can!
There was another shape in the car I could observe as I bounced around with great excitement round the lawn, the car layby (including the puddles) and the muddy garden path. Then the shape moved and got out of the car..... surely not......it couldn't be........ it was!!!!!! It was The Owner!!!!!!! I was a little concerned at first as he spent a little time looking in the direction of the field where he had disappeared to all those months ago, but I tried really hard with my welcome dance around the garden then as he came through the gate I forgot myself and jumped up. Oh dear! Muddy paw prints in the middle of his chest on his clean white shirt and he sat back in the muddy puddle by the cars. Owners Daughter was frowning loudly, if you're asking me how can you frown loudly when frowning is to all intents and purposes a silent process then you haven't seen Owners Daughter frown! Hands on hips and a furrowed brow. I was expecting a lot of grumbling from The Owner as well but he just laughed and rubbed my head and got up and wandered in to the cottage. The Owner is home! Only for the day but he is home!
Friday, 19 November 2010
Standing Guard
Now I'm getting worried that another hoomun in my life has gorn orf! Owners Daughter has been gone far too long for going and collecting Owners Dad. Well at least comparing it to the time it takes The Owner to do the journey. I shall stand guard and wait.... inside the porch! Well its raining out there, I'll get wet paws!
Bonio's!!!!!!!!!! My favourite
She does love me! Well, after the little debacle when Tesco Hoomun Yoof last delivered and also considering there was no Bonios for me I was beginning to think I was not loved! Sniff! When out of the blue, another Tesco delivery with the same Tesco Hoomun Yoof at the wheel! He did avoid the trolley which caused the problem last time and I, for my part decided to avoid rounding the corner of the cottage at too high a speed to avoid any untoward interaction this time round. Well you could have knocked me down with an empty Bonio box!. Just look what Owners Daughter had bought me. Well, OK, so strictly speaking The Owner bought them but he doesn't know that. I am a happy pooch today!
Tesco Delivery Yoof Visits
Oh I'm so sorry for not getting round to reporting on progress recently. I have been rather busy with my new found fame at the hospital, getting several, who had not had a lot to say to the world for several seasons and many reasons, to start to talk again.
The Owner and I, on our daily walks around the hospital grounds had acquired such a following of late that on one occasion, when I was there, when the nurses were changing shifts, the ward sister got quite panicked as she thought all her patients had done a runner! She came running across the gardens looking somewhat flustered, then looked relieved and at once became very firm as she chased 15 people back into the ward. This was all very amusing and a bit perplexing for those concerned as only 12 of them were patients, the other three were just waiting for a bus and came across to see what the fuss was about. Last night Owners Daughter found his card and account details for Tesco and placed an order. The order wasn't quite as large as the one they had round at the manor when Theatrical Party Organiser was there, but it still took up most of the van when Tesco Hoomun Yoof arrived to deliver. That was when the day took a down turn! He came with a mate to help him move the boxes and his mate got a big trolley thing out of the van. Now I know The Owner always has a box of Bonios in one of the boxes for me, had I mentioned that I like Bonios? So I got very excited and started running around the garden in a very excited manner. I would make a high speed appearance from round the corner of the cottage and dive through the hedge, down into the ditch and then round to do it all again. I thought that might attract some of his attention and I may get a Bonio out of him. Had I mentioned that I like Bonios? I decided to alter my course slightly on this one trip and thought that a quick once around my tree that I wee up may have been enough to get a Bonio out of them. When I rounded the corner there he was, right across the path! So I opted for the only route I could see, which was between him and his trolley. Well it was too late and I was going too fast to try any fancy manoeuvres and even this one didn't quite work. It seems that there isn't actually room for me between his legs and the trolley! Owners Daughter was already standing with her hands on her hips by the time I worked out which way was up again. But to be fair to her there was a few bags of shopping which needed clearing up and Tesco Hoomun Yoof was complaining bitterly about the state of his trousers and that he had to sit all day in them. He left with another pair of The Owners trousers and a length of baler twine to hold them up with whilst Owners Daughter put all the shopping back in bags. Well if she looked more at what she was doing and not glare at me she might get on a bit quicker! I think I am going to be in the calf sheds at the farm if anyone wants me.
The Owner and I, on our daily walks around the hospital grounds had acquired such a following of late that on one occasion, when I was there, when the nurses were changing shifts, the ward sister got quite panicked as she thought all her patients had done a runner! She came running across the gardens looking somewhat flustered, then looked relieved and at once became very firm as she chased 15 people back into the ward. This was all very amusing and a bit perplexing for those concerned as only 12 of them were patients, the other three were just waiting for a bus and came across to see what the fuss was about. Last night Owners Daughter found his card and account details for Tesco and placed an order. The order wasn't quite as large as the one they had round at the manor when Theatrical Party Organiser was there, but it still took up most of the van when Tesco Hoomun Yoof arrived to deliver. That was when the day took a down turn! He came with a mate to help him move the boxes and his mate got a big trolley thing out of the van. Now I know The Owner always has a box of Bonios in one of the boxes for me, had I mentioned that I like Bonios? So I got very excited and started running around the garden in a very excited manner. I would make a high speed appearance from round the corner of the cottage and dive through the hedge, down into the ditch and then round to do it all again. I thought that might attract some of his attention and I may get a Bonio out of him. Had I mentioned that I like Bonios? I decided to alter my course slightly on this one trip and thought that a quick once around my tree that I wee up may have been enough to get a Bonio out of them. When I rounded the corner there he was, right across the path! So I opted for the only route I could see, which was between him and his trolley. Well it was too late and I was going too fast to try any fancy manoeuvres and even this one didn't quite work. It seems that there isn't actually room for me between his legs and the trolley! Owners Daughter was already standing with her hands on her hips by the time I worked out which way was up again. But to be fair to her there was a few bags of shopping which needed clearing up and Tesco Hoomun Yoof was complaining bitterly about the state of his trousers and that he had to sit all day in them. He left with another pair of The Owners trousers and a length of baler twine to hold them up with whilst Owners Daughter put all the shopping back in bags. Well if she looked more at what she was doing and not glare at me she might get on a bit quicker! I think I am going to be in the calf sheds at the farm if anyone wants me.
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
My weekend resolution which I shall carry forth for ever more, NEVER, EVER, TRUST A HOOMUN! Owners Daughter was upstairs doing whatever she does every morning before she "faces her public" as she tells me every morning. When suddenly sh calls down the stairs, "Jack, come on, come up here"! Well The Owner doesn't let me up there normally so she immediately went up in my opinion as I bounded excitedly up the stairs. When I got to the top she invited me into the bathroom and then closed the door behind me. What was she doing?!?! She told me what a good boy I am which I know already and then picked me up, what is she doing I thought. Are my legs not working? They were when I ran up the stairs! Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! That smells of lavenders! Yuk & Phew! She put me in the bath and washed me, told me I would smell nice afterwards. Well she was lying, I smell of lavender now (Yuk & Phew!). My only consolation in it all is that I got out twice and that bathroom is now going to take more than a little to clean it again. She thinks she has bought my loyalty again with two Bonios. I of course took them from her, but if anyone wants me I shall be round at the manor in their boot room!
The Dummy Stick Throwing Routine
Small Boy was brought up to go and see his Dad (The Owner) at the hospital, which had it's advantages. I managed to offload the last of my little indiscretions prior to The Owner returning!
We were both taken to the hospital and I hopped out of the car quickly before Strange Woman could get the lead on me. Some people are so easy it is almost embarrassing really. So I took Small Boy with me round to the window into The Owners ward, I take this route because I don't want to slip and slide too much on the floors and I have a certain sense of responsibility here and I knew that this would also limit the possibilities for Small Boy to have an "Ooops" moment. The Owner saw me and jumped up quick to let me in and then saw Small Boy. Now I am not sure what goes on here coz his eyes started leaking again, the same as they did when I first turned up and pretty much when everyone turns up really. The Owner managed to stop his eyes leaking and Silent Grumpy Man uttered his only language again "Oijackcumere" and laughed a lot then we all went out for a walk around the gardens. The Owner, Me, Small Boy, Owners Daughter, Strange Woman, Strange Woman in Wheelchair and today for the first time Strange Woman with Zimmer Frame. She has always given me a particularly wide berth since my first visit when I managed to divest her of several surgical devices after sliding on the slippery floors. Small Boy decided to help and make a frame to carry these surgical devices for her out of some bandages, sticking plaster and a bedpan but not to worry, we found a carrier bag to put all the leftover bits in. The process roughly goes that they all pretend to throw a stick and drop it behind them and laugh loudly as I pretend to look for said stick in large heap of leaves that Gardener Hoomun has raked up again from last time. They have fun, I play in the leaves.....,. It works! OK! I did have to share my heap of leaves with Small Boy this time, but I managed.
We were both taken to the hospital and I hopped out of the car quickly before Strange Woman could get the lead on me. Some people are so easy it is almost embarrassing really. So I took Small Boy with me round to the window into The Owners ward, I take this route because I don't want to slip and slide too much on the floors and I have a certain sense of responsibility here and I knew that this would also limit the possibilities for Small Boy to have an "Ooops" moment. The Owner saw me and jumped up quick to let me in and then saw Small Boy. Now I am not sure what goes on here coz his eyes started leaking again, the same as they did when I first turned up and pretty much when everyone turns up really. The Owner managed to stop his eyes leaking and Silent Grumpy Man uttered his only language again "Oijackcumere" and laughed a lot then we all went out for a walk around the gardens. The Owner, Me, Small Boy, Owners Daughter, Strange Woman, Strange Woman in Wheelchair and today for the first time Strange Woman with Zimmer Frame. She has always given me a particularly wide berth since my first visit when I managed to divest her of several surgical devices after sliding on the slippery floors. Small Boy decided to help and make a frame to carry these surgical devices for her out of some bandages, sticking plaster and a bedpan but not to worry, we found a carrier bag to put all the leftover bits in. The process roughly goes that they all pretend to throw a stick and drop it behind them and laugh loudly as I pretend to look for said stick in large heap of leaves that Gardener Hoomun has raked up again from last time. They have fun, I play in the leaves.....,. It works! OK! I did have to share my heap of leaves with Small Boy this time, but I managed.
The Big Green Electric Box
Well you could have knocked me down with an empty Bonio box!! I had been out on a post lunch patrol and as always I ventured past the pond just in case there was water back in it. I had to stop and do a double take of the situation. Where the manhole cover is that Tanker Driver Hoomun has, I believed, been emptying the pond from, were two vans and a lot of wires and switches and stuff. Electrician Hoomun and Electrician Yoof were busy putting a new big green box full of electric in beside the manhole. Clearly the problem had been that the old box had run out of electric! Silly me had been blaming everyone when no-one had thought of checking to see whether there was any electric left in the old box. They seemed alright to me anyway as they box gave me a bit of biscuit for my troubles. I will keep an eye on the situation and report back.
Silent Grumpy Man
This week has been a bit hectic with my new found purpose in life. Owners Daughter has been here and has taken me up to the hospital to see The Owner every day and The Owner seems to be a little less grumpy now.
Silent Grumpy Man who sits in the corner is now not so silent and laughs loudly at me trying to cross the slippery floors. Silent Grumpy Man is not to be confused with The Owner who is also Grumpy but grumbles a lot and so cannot be considered silent, indeed neither can Silent Grumpy Man now. And you wonder why I get confused sometimes?
I have found if I jump out of the car quick before Owners Daughter can get a lead on me I can run round the back of the ward and stand at the big glass doors that lead into the room where The Owner sits. Someone will let me in and that way I only have a few yards of slippery floors on which to cause mayhem. The Owner then takes me for a walk around the gardens along with Silent Grumpy Man who doesn't say lots just laughs loudly at everything but that is an improvement apparently. Towards the end of the week Strange Lady in Wheelchair has also been joining us in her wheelchair. You may remember I was introduced to her on my first visit when I knocked her out of it when I slid on the floors. Old Lady Zimmer Frame still keeps well away from me. Strange Lady in Wheelchair likes to pretend to throw sticks for me. Oh how we laugh at my antics as I search in vain for a stick which we all know is on the floor behind her. The first time I don't think she really knew where it went as she seemed genuinely surprised when The Owner bent down and picked it up from behind her. But realising she was on to something here she kept doing it. The Owner smiled and picked her stick up for her, Silent Grumpy Man just laughed loudly at it and I had great fun jumping around in a heap of leaves that Gardner Hoomun seemed particularly vexed about, having just swept them all up. Owners Daughter just stood there with her hands on her hips frowning a lot at the daily growing ensemble.
Silent Grumpy Man who sits in the corner is now not so silent and laughs loudly at me trying to cross the slippery floors. Silent Grumpy Man is not to be confused with The Owner who is also Grumpy but grumbles a lot and so cannot be considered silent, indeed neither can Silent Grumpy Man now. And you wonder why I get confused sometimes?
I have found if I jump out of the car quick before Owners Daughter can get a lead on me I can run round the back of the ward and stand at the big glass doors that lead into the room where The Owner sits. Someone will let me in and that way I only have a few yards of slippery floors on which to cause mayhem. The Owner then takes me for a walk around the gardens along with Silent Grumpy Man who doesn't say lots just laughs loudly at everything but that is an improvement apparently. Towards the end of the week Strange Lady in Wheelchair has also been joining us in her wheelchair. You may remember I was introduced to her on my first visit when I knocked her out of it when I slid on the floors. Old Lady Zimmer Frame still keeps well away from me. Strange Lady in Wheelchair likes to pretend to throw sticks for me. Oh how we laugh at my antics as I search in vain for a stick which we all know is on the floor behind her. The first time I don't think she really knew where it went as she seemed genuinely surprised when The Owner bent down and picked it up from behind her. But realising she was on to something here she kept doing it. The Owner smiled and picked her stick up for her, Silent Grumpy Man just laughed loudly at it and I had great fun jumping around in a heap of leaves that Gardner Hoomun seemed particularly vexed about, having just swept them all up. Owners Daughter just stood there with her hands on her hips frowning a lot at the daily growing ensemble.
Silent Grumpy Man
This week has been a bit hectic with my new found purpose in life. Owners Daughter has been here and has taken me up to the hospital to see The Owner every day and The Owner seems to be a little less grumpy now.
Silent Grumpy Man who sits in the corner is now not so silent and laughs loudly at me trying to cross the slippery floors. Silent Grumpy Man is not to be confused with The Owner who is also Grumpy but grumbles a lot and so cannot be considered silent, indeed neither can Silent Grumpy Man now. And you wonder why I get confused sometimes?
I have found if I jump out of the car quick before Owners Daughter can get a lead on me I can run round the back of the ward and stand at the big glass doors that lead into the room where The Owner sits. Someone will let me in and that way I only have a few yards of slippery floors on which to cause mayhem. The Owner then takes me for a walk around the gardens along with Silent Grumpy Man who doesn't say lots just laughs loudly at everything but that is an improvement apparently. Towards the end of the week Strange Lady in Wheelchair has also been joining us in her wheelchair. You may remember I was introduced to her on my first visit when I knocked her out of it when I slid on the floors. Old Lady Zimmer Frame still keeps well away from me. Strange Lady in Wheelchair likes to pretend to throw sticks for me. Oh how we laugh at my antics as I search in vain for a stick which we all know is on the floor behind her. The first time I don't think she really knew where it went as she seemed genuinely surprised when The Owner bent down and picked it up from behind her. But realising she was on to something here she kept doing it. The Owner smiled and picked her stick up for her, Silent Grumpy Man just laughed loudly at it and I had great fun jumping around in a heap of leaves that Gardner Hoomun seemed particularly vexed about, having just swept them all up. Owners Daughter just stood there with her hands on her hips frowning a lot at the daily growing ensemble.
Silent Grumpy Man who sits in the corner is now not so silent and laughs loudly at me trying to cross the slippery floors. Silent Grumpy Man is not to be confused with The Owner who is also Grumpy but grumbles a lot and so cannot be considered silent, indeed neither can Silent Grumpy Man now. And you wonder why I get confused sometimes?
I have found if I jump out of the car quick before Owners Daughter can get a lead on me I can run round the back of the ward and stand at the big glass doors that lead into the room where The Owner sits. Someone will let me in and that way I only have a few yards of slippery floors on which to cause mayhem. The Owner then takes me for a walk around the gardens along with Silent Grumpy Man who doesn't say lots just laughs loudly at everything but that is an improvement apparently. Towards the end of the week Strange Lady in Wheelchair has also been joining us in her wheelchair. You may remember I was introduced to her on my first visit when I knocked her out of it when I slid on the floors. Old Lady Zimmer Frame still keeps well away from me. Strange Lady in Wheelchair likes to pretend to throw sticks for me. Oh how we laugh at my antics as I search in vain for a stick which we all know is on the floor behind her. The first time I don't think she really knew where it went as she seemed genuinely surprised when The Owner bent down and picked it up from behind her. But realising she was on to something here she kept doing it. The Owner smiled and picked her stick up for her, Silent Grumpy Man just laughed loudly at it and I had great fun jumping around in a heap of leaves that Gardner Hoomun seemed particularly vexed about, having just swept them all up. Owners Daughter just stood there with her hands on her hips frowning a lot at the daily growing ensemble.
It's Warm in the Cottage Again!
This week has been a cold one outside, but guess what? I have been warm!! Owners Daughter has been staying whilst she gets the cottage ready for the return of The Owner. I have been up to the hospital every day with Owners Daughter to see The Owner which has been fun, we have been out in the gardens walking and throwing sticks and fetching them.
He throws, I fetch, there has been a break in his training but we are doing well again on the he throws - he fetches training when I get fed up and wander off in search of a crust from the gardeners lunch behind what remains of the greenhouses. We have been restricted to throwing soft toys now, as there is only one greenhouse left and the man that supplied the pot plants inside the hospital has withdrawn from the contract until after The Owner has been sent home again. One old man who has lived there for ages and never spoken to anyone has laughed at me every time I try and cross the shiny floor and he even spoke today. He said "Oicumerejack!", not sure what language he speaks, he maybe from Devizes. Owners Daughter has been cleaning up at home which was a good thing coz she is a little easier to deal with than The Owner when they find his jackets and jumpers in my bed in the bootroom. Bad thing is, I now have to ask to go out as she keeps shutting the back door, grumbling about the cold and the draught. I've managed perfectly alright with the door open these last few weeks! I think she comes from Bournemouth so she may not be used to the outdoors. But now I think about it she does grumble a lot, must get it from The Owner!
He throws, I fetch, there has been a break in his training but we are doing well again on the he throws - he fetches training when I get fed up and wander off in search of a crust from the gardeners lunch behind what remains of the greenhouses. We have been restricted to throwing soft toys now, as there is only one greenhouse left and the man that supplied the pot plants inside the hospital has withdrawn from the contract until after The Owner has been sent home again. One old man who has lived there for ages and never spoken to anyone has laughed at me every time I try and cross the shiny floor and he even spoke today. He said "Oicumerejack!", not sure what language he speaks, he maybe from Devizes. Owners Daughter has been cleaning up at home which was a good thing coz she is a little easier to deal with than The Owner when they find his jackets and jumpers in my bed in the bootroom. Bad thing is, I now have to ask to go out as she keeps shutting the back door, grumbling about the cold and the draught. I've managed perfectly alright with the door open these last few weeks! I think she comes from Bournemouth so she may not be used to the outdoors. But now I think about it she does grumble a lot, must get it from The Owner!
The Owner!!! I've found The Owner!!!!!!!!
Well I have to report yesterday as being a little strange. First, Owners Daughter turns up and takes me out in her car. Now I like going out with her in the car coz I get to ride in the front seat with the window down which The Owner never allowed me to do. We turned up at a strange hospital in town and met Daughter Diesel Dog Owner there as well.
Small Boy would have made the entire family, but he wasn't to be seen and I couldn't hear any loud crashes or bangs so he presumably wasn't there at all. Then I get put on my lead and taken into the hospital. Now, in the manor you remember the trouble I had with slippery floors? Well this place had floors like mirrors and try as I might I could not stand up properly and immediately managed to separate one old lady from her wheel chair and another from her zimmer frame which did have a bit of a comedy element to it but no one except Daughter Diesel Dog Owner found it funny and Nurse frowned at her a lot as she picked two old ladies up and re-attached them to their various devices. We walked down a corridor and, oh mercy, found a carpet to walk on as we entered a room. Oh dear! More shiny floors! There in the corner, sat in a chair, was a man wearing a bath robe. Well he looked like The Owner, but The Owner doesn't have a robe at all and this one wasn't grumbling so it couldn't be him! Then Station Nurse came in, not sure why she is called Station Nurse because I didn't see any buses or trains on the way in, Man In The Corner started grumbling at Station Nurse when she told him that he had some visitors. He is grumbling! It is The Owner! What's he doing in hospital? Don't care! So I did my silly run around the room....... forgot the slippery floors............oh dear! Many nurses were called to put them all back in their chairs and re-attach them all to their various devices and a gardener was also called to re-pot what to me looked suspiciously like another ancestral aspidistra. But it worked! The Owner was laughing and Owners Daughter was standing there looking at him with her hands on her hips and frowning as she does when he does something she doesn't approve of. Daughter Diesel Dog Owner was asked to leave with me then but The Owner came outside with me and walked around the gardens. It was great fun as he threw sticks for me! I'm not sure that he should have thrown them that close to the greenhouses though. There was a very large crash came from one of them, not sure if it was from the stick or whether Small Boy was there after all. I'll let you know.
Small Boy would have made the entire family, but he wasn't to be seen and I couldn't hear any loud crashes or bangs so he presumably wasn't there at all. Then I get put on my lead and taken into the hospital. Now, in the manor you remember the trouble I had with slippery floors? Well this place had floors like mirrors and try as I might I could not stand up properly and immediately managed to separate one old lady from her wheel chair and another from her zimmer frame which did have a bit of a comedy element to it but no one except Daughter Diesel Dog Owner found it funny and Nurse frowned at her a lot as she picked two old ladies up and re-attached them to their various devices. We walked down a corridor and, oh mercy, found a carpet to walk on as we entered a room. Oh dear! More shiny floors! There in the corner, sat in a chair, was a man wearing a bath robe. Well he looked like The Owner, but The Owner doesn't have a robe at all and this one wasn't grumbling so it couldn't be him! Then Station Nurse came in, not sure why she is called Station Nurse because I didn't see any buses or trains on the way in, Man In The Corner started grumbling at Station Nurse when she told him that he had some visitors. He is grumbling! It is The Owner! What's he doing in hospital? Don't care! So I did my silly run around the room....... forgot the slippery floors............oh dear! Many nurses were called to put them all back in their chairs and re-attach them all to their various devices and a gardener was also called to re-pot what to me looked suspiciously like another ancestral aspidistra. But it worked! The Owner was laughing and Owners Daughter was standing there looking at him with her hands on her hips and frowning as she does when he does something she doesn't approve of. Daughter Diesel Dog Owner was asked to leave with me then but The Owner came outside with me and walked around the gardens. It was great fun as he threw sticks for me! I'm not sure that he should have thrown them that close to the greenhouses though. There was a very large crash came from one of them, not sure if it was from the stick or whether Small Boy was there after all. I'll let you know.
The hospital
The day started well, the sun was warm as I had a quick patrol of the manor gardens and went down and found my new best mate Adge the Badge. There was a rather inviting dollop of badger poo down near the set, just ripe for rolling in, but I resisted.
I've only had a quick roll just the once since I have been part time living at the manor and frankly it wasn't worth it. Dinner was thrown outside in my dish and I was not allowed to cross the threshold and The Owner isn't there to hosepope me down to make me clean again. Now I know that ordinarily it is a bone of contention between The Owner and me but after having to put up with it for three days my initial delight was starting to wear off. Anyway I was sat on the front steps to the manor steaming gently in the morning sun from the dew when I heard Manor Hoomun come down the stairs to let me in. Then he said something strange, "Someone special wants to see you today Jack!" Well I thought maybe Robbie Williams was coming down from his house but then Owners Daughter turned up, fetched my lead from the cottage and after having a cup of tea with Manor Hoomun and Lady Manor Hoomun during which there was much serious conversation, she put me in her car and off we went. Now I like cars, they are my favourite, but I haven't been in one since The Owner went off, so it was nice to see the village and places like that from a slightly higher vantage point again. She took me off to town and to the hospital, not the hospital where The Owner has been when he gets bandaged up from time to time but a different one. I'm not really too sure what's going on here, this is a strange place, but I have to turn the laptop off now while we are here so I will have to tell you more later.
I've only had a quick roll just the once since I have been part time living at the manor and frankly it wasn't worth it. Dinner was thrown outside in my dish and I was not allowed to cross the threshold and The Owner isn't there to hosepope me down to make me clean again. Now I know that ordinarily it is a bone of contention between The Owner and me but after having to put up with it for three days my initial delight was starting to wear off. Anyway I was sat on the front steps to the manor steaming gently in the morning sun from the dew when I heard Manor Hoomun come down the stairs to let me in. Then he said something strange, "Someone special wants to see you today Jack!" Well I thought maybe Robbie Williams was coming down from his house but then Owners Daughter turned up, fetched my lead from the cottage and after having a cup of tea with Manor Hoomun and Lady Manor Hoomun during which there was much serious conversation, she put me in her car and off we went. Now I like cars, they are my favourite, but I haven't been in one since The Owner went off, so it was nice to see the village and places like that from a slightly higher vantage point again. She took me off to town and to the hospital, not the hospital where The Owner has been when he gets bandaged up from time to time but a different one. I'm not really too sure what's going on here, this is a strange place, but I have to turn the laptop off now while we are here so I will have to tell you more later.
The green canvass bag
The weekend had been going swimmingly, new best friend, offloaded a load of misdemeanour's on to him. Met Vic R again, The Owner is rumoured to have been found. Party last night which I got fed at and another party tonight.... and that's where it all went wrong!
Having a background of being bred as a gun dog and being trained on Lord Bath's estate (had I mentioned that?) The Owner used to keep me in trim by sending me on a ridiculous chase after a canvas bag stuffed with heaven knows what. Well tonight, round at the manor, they had all had a little to drink and were throwing stuff for me to retrieve and then rewarding me with little treats of sandwiches and caviar and stuff like that. Not sure about the caviar but the sandwiches were good. I did try some of that fizzy stuff in a dark green bottle but the bubbles went up my nose and made me burp.
Anyway, it was an easy mistake to make I thought. There was this little green canvas bag, a little bigger than I am used to I admit but it was green and canvas so I picked it up and ran off across the lawns with it. Yes, I know there was a bit of rope attached but I thought it would sort itself out and everyone was laughing at me and cheering me on so I ran faster with it. It's funny how you don't notice " Go Jack Go!" change to "oh no Jack no!" and then to "NO JACK NO!!!!!!!!!!", when caught up in the fun of it.
Well, when the nice men turn up to take the tent down in the morning they won't have a lot to do now but the caterers may have to wait for half an acre of canvass to be lifted up before they can get at the remains of the food.
I'll be in the boot room at the cottage if anyone wants me!
Having a background of being bred as a gun dog and being trained on Lord Bath's estate (had I mentioned that?) The Owner used to keep me in trim by sending me on a ridiculous chase after a canvas bag stuffed with heaven knows what. Well tonight, round at the manor, they had all had a little to drink and were throwing stuff for me to retrieve and then rewarding me with little treats of sandwiches and caviar and stuff like that. Not sure about the caviar but the sandwiches were good. I did try some of that fizzy stuff in a dark green bottle but the bubbles went up my nose and made me burp.
Anyway, it was an easy mistake to make I thought. There was this little green canvas bag, a little bigger than I am used to I admit but it was green and canvas so I picked it up and ran off across the lawns with it. Yes, I know there was a bit of rope attached but I thought it would sort itself out and everyone was laughing at me and cheering me on so I ran faster with it. It's funny how you don't notice " Go Jack Go!" change to "oh no Jack no!" and then to "NO JACK NO!!!!!!!!!!", when caught up in the fun of it.
Well, when the nice men turn up to take the tent down in the morning they won't have a lot to do now but the caterers may have to wait for half an acre of canvass to be lifted up before they can get at the remains of the food.
I'll be in the boot room at the cottage if anyone wants me!
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