The Rook

Mornings for The Owner and me are a quite predictable transition from slumber to the outside world and work and other important stuff, apart from when I throw the odd curveball in; because I can.

Ordinarily it goes much along the line of The Owner coming grumbling down the stairs and putting the kettle and his toast on, letting me out, feeding me and then taking his tea and toast into the living room to watch the breakfast news whilst I go out for my early morning patrol. When I get back he is sat there either snoozing or watching something which has caught his attention and I settle down on the carpet for a snooze myself, until he is ready for his shower and then on to work. Today it had followed much the same routine until I heard a rook land on the chimney and his mild squawks came wafting down the chimney. I did no more than raise an eyebrow and then carry on snoozing when suddenly the stupid bird lost its balance and fell down the chimney! We then had The Owner rushing around the living room chasing a rook who was very intent on not being helped and had a lot to say on the matter. There was soot and feathers flying everywhere, as well as most of The Owner's ornaments, photos and books! Eventually The Owner managed to herd the rook out through the front door in a move that would have been worthy of One Man & His Dog, only without the whistles and the "Come by's!" After Rook's repatriation to the great outdoors The Owner returned and stood beside me, a little more awake than he was only moments before, and surveyed the carnage in the living room. It gave me a certain sense of pleasure to think that this was one big "Ooops!" moment that I was in no way responsible for, even in The Owners somewhat distorted version of reality!