The Sore Bottom!

Yesterday we went on patrol and today, as the result of an ever so little incident, I am still feeling a little.... uncomfortable! The Owner had been working from home again yesterday, when I say working it was more of a very long snooze as far as I could see, interspersed by small periods of great activity. It was approaching tea time and he suddenly put his shoes on and grabbed his crusty old Barbour jacket and told me to get my butt off my comfy cushion. Never one to turn down an opportunity to do anything, I leapt energetically from my cushion and down to the gate. A quick shuffle down the road and we arrived at the farm, now this could have gone three ways and I was unsure which to anticipate. We could have been going for a patrol through the farm and up on the hill (good, there will be more badger poo up there by now!). We could have been going to the studio and that would have been another hour or so before tea. Third option.... yes it is Saturday.... we are going to the pub!! I like pubs, they are my favourite! It was about then that my discomfort began. I like to behave myself when wandering up the road with The Owner, I don't do leads, except at the pub (pub rules) so when a car comes along I go to The Owner and sit by his foot. It's what I do. We hadn't been on our way long when a car approached so I go and sit with The Owner, another car from the other direction as well, so The Owner stepped up on the grass bank, so did I and sat down beside him. There are only certain parts of me which are not protected by a layer of fur. We are enjoying the first flush of spring here and certain plants are just poking their noses through, determined to wreak havoc in my world. Where I sat, a stinging nettle was just emerging with a particularly vengeful frame of mind and the only bit round the back there which is unprotected was its point of contact. Stinging nettles on the bum is a sensation which I am not happy with and am in no hurry to repeat! I got absolutely no sympathy at all from The Owner! It seems that sitting in a pub with a K9 which was constantly licking his bum was not many peoples idea of a good Saturday evening out and so The Owner was soon asked to take me home. Serves him right! I think he smells like a camel anyway!