The Clean Kitchen Floor

The Owner has a new best friend, and whenever he gets a new best friend I manage to find myself in trouble. After his particular insensitivity yesterday to my predicament with the icy pond and then his subsequent taunting me with that ruddy Dyson, I was feeling a little less than charitable towards him. Then this morning, from the depths of his shopping bags that he didn't get around to putting away yesterday, he produced a pack of floor wipes. I had slept on my lack of charity towards The Owner overnight, aided more than a little by The Owner allowing me to sleep inside and not in that cold and draughty boot room and so was feeling a lot more forgiving. After coffee this morning he takes his new best friend and attacks the kitchen floor, although I couldn't help but feel he may have been better off starting at the far end and working his way to the door rather than the other way around. After much hard labour he sat in the only corner left uncleaned looking generally pleaased with himself. Now I had noticed that when Lady Chocolate Lab Owner used to visit and The Owner had worked hard or achieved something worthy of merit she would give him a hug and then slobber all over his face as hoomuns tend to do, I have noticed. She, being not a fixture here any longer after he got a little unsteady on his feet one night at the pub on a business meeting and knocked the stool over and upset Vic R, I thought I ought to at least go and reward him with a fuss. Well I had absolutely no idea there was mud on my paws! And anyway, it was only a little bit of mud. Not worth the fuss I thought! I may not have spent last night in the boot room but it appears I am going to make up for it today and I am feeling less than charitable towards him again now. I have managed to find his jacket he wears to meetings and dragged it out and on to the floor. I'll give him muddy paws!!!!