Oh No, Dog Dancing!!!

I was sat there this morning with The Owner, the start of a peaceful Saturday morning, I thought. Our Saturday mornings are seldom out of the ordinary and seldom ever rushed as he watches Breakfast News on the BBC. He is too much of a snob to watch anything else and to be honest I don't mind as I watch Mike Bushell the sports presenter do strange things in the name of unusual sports which usually confounds any theories I may have been forming about the hoomun condition during the previous week. This morning I sat there and saw him start his report and pulled up a corner of my comfy cushion that I hadn't dribbled on or covered in other unidentifiable stains to watch his hoomun sporting antics. I could not believe what I saw!! Dancing Dogs!!!!! After watching this, for the next ten minutes The Owner was fidgeting in a way that I understand only too well, a plan is forming in his mind! I would be making myself scarce for a while as these kind of plans usually are at my expense. I went up the garden and found the spot behind the barbie, true there was little sun and the wind was a bit chilly but it was safer than remaining indoors with The Owner when he is plotting ways of getting himself into the spotlight again.