My Collision With The Owner

Today I was beginning to feel I may have been forgiven for the damp duvet incident. The day had gone well, The Owner had his coffee and sat on the step in the sunshine and gave me two Bonio's. It's not often I get two Bonio's! Then, a little earlier than normal he grabs his phone and his keys and says "C'mon Jack, let's go and have some lunch shall we?" and we wandered home. I should explain that last night The Owner had mowed the lawns, even the ones around the back and the paths up into the woods by the barbie. It must mean that someone important is coming to see him or he would never have bothered with the back of the cottage and the paths in the woods. So, unusually, it is possible to completely circumnavigate the cottage without getting stung in one's important little places. Now big words like that do tend to impress me with my own brilliance! Whilst The Owner went inside I stayed outside and had a poo, which always leaves me with an irresistible urge to run very fast. So I thought I would run all the way round the cottage very fast. It was great fun! I was nearing the end of the third circuit when it all went horribly wrong. As I rounded the corner of the porch on the front door The Owner was wandering out with a plate and a sandwich in one hand and a mug of tea in the other looking for a nice spot to sit and have his lunch. Well I hadn't allowed for this! I also felt he was making just a little too much of the whole affair with the way he threw his sandwich and drink in the air as I ran into him. There was a certain amount of venom went into the way he cut some more bread for a replacement sandwich, but the good news was I noticed where the sandwich went and when the dust has settled a little I will go and find it. I think until then I may keep out of the way a little.