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!
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