My Routine

I have developed a little routine of late and I am beginning to see why The Owner seems to enjoy it so much. Most mornings his routine for himself is to make a mug of tea, put two slices of bread in the toaster, retire to the sofa and absent mindedly munch on his buttered toast and then shower before dressing and then shuffling off down the road to the office - sorry, studio.

Well, of late my own routine has not been dissimilar! On a recent patrol round the calf sheds I happened upon something organic and I confess I was at something of a loss as to exactly what to do with it for the best, roll in it, or eat it. So, the other morning on an early patrol, I decided to get my shoulder in it and then rush back to the cottage to see The Owner who was munching absent mindedly on his toast. He immediately went a funny colour and ran out leaving his toast on the carpet. Not one to leave an opportunity like that unused I cleaned it up for him. He called me outside and set about me with the hosepipe, so I went to the studio with a full belly and a clean coat. A not unpleasant experience I thought. So every morning since, after my breakfast, I have made a quick patrol up to the calf sheds for a quick roll, back to the cottage to show The Owner, he predictably goes a funny colour and runs out. Two slices of toast? Rude not to! Then he lurks outside with the hosepipe, so I have my "Shower". Not sure what to do when I have used up all the organic matter in the calf sheds. May have to widen my patrol and find a reserve supply.