Some thoughts on a Bluetooth!

Well today I thought The Owner had finally lost it! There are a few, less charitable than myself and probably without the breeding either, who have eluded to The Owner having lost it ages ago. If indeed he ever had it in the first place. I have always chosen to hold on to the hope that whatever "it" is, there may be a small shadow of "it" still residing in there somewhere. Particularly when in hope of a Bonio, have I mentioned that I am really quite fond of the odd Bonio? He has been shopping again and I could tell from the manic giggling and chortling from the front of the car on the way back that he had bought himself something that had piqued his interest and fired his imagination. A dangerous combination I have come to realise! We arrived back at the cottage and there was much ripping of cardboard followed by a great deal of words that I pretend not to understand. The cross words were caused by the standard of packaging and the packagers ability to hide the little tab to pull on, by which it all seems to come undone. I found just such a tab one day on The Owner's jumper and it all came undone very easily after a quick tug on that. He was in a frightful bait after that too! After first using his thumbnail, then his teaspoon, followed by his pen knife he eventually finished up by retrieving his hammer from the shed and beating it into submission as he does on every other occasion when packaging gets the better of him. It was at this point I noticed the rather odd behaviour start, all the previous behaviour being normal for him. I thought at first he was talking to someone, but there was no-one there. I thought then that perhaps he was talking to me but as I have not got any bricks for him to order let alone deliver them for him by Friday I guessed that he was not talking to me either. His new toy and best friend is a new Bluetooth Jawbone headset, I know, because he has been ringing everyone up whilst standing beside the washing machine when it is spinning and saying to them can you hear that? Then laughing uncontrollably as he explains that the washing machine (nearly as demonic as the ruddy Dyson) is right beside him and working flat out. He has even been knocking on the front door to get me to bark loudly and snarl a bit whilst on his "Bluetooth Jawbone". After the tenth time of doing that (maybe more, I lost count) I have stolen it from the coffee table when he wasn't looking and buried it in the garden! That should have put paid to the problem for a while although he is now rushing around upending all the furniture and other stuff looking for it, which is nearly as distracting as when he was using it! Next I predict he will be arguing with the insurance call centre and swearing about merekats again. Today shows all the promise of a day without any peace at all. I think I may go and snuggle up with the calves in the straw bales. True, they do make quite a bit of noise, but it may be quieter than here!