Broken Wires

The Owner returned yesterday from seeing Speshliss and smelling of hospitals again and with two muddy paw prints on his chest. So after the little episode yesterday morning when he acquired said paw prints I felt that discretion was going to be the better part of valour and after evening patrol (twice, as he had left some shopping in the fridge at the studio and we had to go back for it) I opted for the safest option and went to the boot room for the evening. By this morning he was clearly feeling a bit better as I got some of his toast that he left on the plate and put on the floor. I wasn't intended to have it but I was not admonished too much for thieving it so that is as good as having been given permission. So to the studio we did go and I bumped into my little terrier friend, "Chip". We greeted each other as K9's do and I ran excitedly to the studio hopeful of a Bonio. By the time of my arrival The Owner was already inside swearing at the computer so I came rushing in and under the table, ready to look cute in hope of a Bonio. Well I didn't see the phone wires! Or the broadband wire! Or his headset wire, and frankly he shouldn't have had them draped over my Vetbed! The Owner has had to wire up new leads and plugs and appears to be particularly vexed by the matter so I think I may go for another patrol. On my own this time!!!