The Owner's Sunday Paper

Today has been one marked by certain achievements on my part of which I feel justifiably proud. The Owner and I went to a barbecue last night although with two other dogs, who are my work day friends, the scope for the odd dropped sausage or burger were a little limited.

This morning, very early, he was up again. Now this always worries me after his little disappearing act but after he had his cup of tea we wandered down the road to the office. On a Sunday! He opened up his computer and then shouted very loudly at the screen and then shut all the doors and we went home for breakfast. He was probably tired after last night! Now that seemed, on the face of it, a bad start to the day. But, it all looked much better when a car pulled up outside as I was sat under the hedge. It was the man delivering the phone directory! Oh you should have seen the look on his face when I fired up the big guns as he crept up to the front door trying not to make any noise. He looked like he had more legs than me as he tried to get back to the gate as I put my tail in the air and left him to it. After The Owner fell asleep watching the noisy cars he got up and went outside and I fell asleep myself. I was woken up by another car pulling up outside, such a busy day I thought as I chased off another man delivering leaflets. Two in one day!!! Now awake I wandered off up the garden to find The Owner and stumbled upon him on the lawn, laid on a towel, glass of wine beside him and newspaper spread before him. Well I know how grumpy he gets if I lay on his towel so I ran up and tried to lay on his paper. Well he wasn't laying on it! So he threw me off it. So I jumped back on it. So he pushed me off it again. This time I stuck my nose in his ear as I jumped back on his paper. We arrived at a compromise and I was allowed to sit on the adverts page as long as I didn't leave any stains or smears. Once I had managed to roll on his paper and scrunch it up completely he seemed to loose interest and threw it in the bin with what I thought may have been a touch of a paddy. He must be suffering from last nights barbecue I think.