The Owner's Negative Vibe

I am getting a distinctly negative vibe from The Owner this evening! I would just like to point out that it was not me who left HIM on his own all afternoon. Random freestyle patrols are not as easy this time of year because the studio door is not habitually open, so when he jumps up just before lunch and announces that it is time for me to have a wee, I was not about to argue. As I scampered quickly back, after having "performed" in the paddock near the piglets, I noticed a car parked near the studio door. I bounded in, hopeful of a Bonio for my efforts, when the door was slammed behind me and I was abandoned to my devices as The Owner jumped into his friends car and they were gone!. Abandoned I was. And not even a Bonio by way of consolation! Several hours later. How many Jack, I hear you say. Several hours later... he returns, laden with boxes and bags and an attitude. Well I was pleased to see him when he came staggering through the studio door, smelling of pubs and drink as you ask, so I jumped around a lot with an excited air about me to greet him. Well, OK, so I may have jumped up at him a little bit. Nothing serious, you understand, not even a muddy paw for the white shirt. Certainly nothing to justify the exaggerated fashion in which he threw his bags and boxes to the floor. And why, I wondered was that bag now leaking stuff all across the track which looked suspiciously like Baileys to me? And how was that my fault? And why didn't I get a Bonio to say he was pleased to see me either? I will be finding a small square on the carpet in front of the fire this evening with which to form a close bond. One where I can't hear his sighing and tutting as he keeps looking at an empty glass and then at me.