Lady Auntie Hoomun's Visit

Yesterday, amid much excitement, Owner's Dad arrived together with Lady Auntie Hoomun and Accountant Hoomun. I thought Accountant Hoomun was a strange name for a hoomun but he did give me a Bonio so I will always play along with strange hoomun behaviours. Lady Auntie Hoomun also gave me many Bonio's so I will forgive her for what followed. Whilst I was giving a Bonio my full attention all of them ran outside and closed the front door behind them. Feeling it was all a mistake I ran to the back door..... it was shut! I ran to The Owner's bedroom window... the door was closed! I was suspecting that this was perhaps not a mistake and they had deliberately abandoned me. Bereft, I consoled myself with a sneaky snooze on the velvet cushions. When they returned, my K9 snifter, which never lets me down, deduced they had been to a pub somewhere.... without me! More Bonio's followed so I was in half a mind to forgive them until Lady Auntie Hoomun kept insisting I joined them in the garden for "Family Fun and Frivolities!". My comfy cushion, or better still the velvet cushion on my settee with which I am building a good bond of late, seemed a far better option in my opinion! I checked the car to see whether Cat was there and got chased away so I suspect he may have been hiding in there and was scared to come out as the cows were in the paddock opposite. Now, after my recent trip to Lundun on the train where I witnessed The Owner and other hoomuns picking up the evidence when us K9's had a poo, I have come to consider myself something of an expert on the matter. However, a question was posed to me yesterday which I have to say baffled me slightly. I understand how some K9's, labs in particular, work tirelessly to assist their blind owners, (I work tirelessly, on the other hand, to confuse The Owner. It's slightly different, yet equally successful) but the question was posed, who picks up their poo when they have one? It all sounds terribly messy if you ask me...