On Reporters and Photographers

This week I have had visitors! (And lots of Bonios of course.) First there was this young lady hoomun who I think The Owner referred to as Lady Reporter Hoomun. She was mere putty in the hands of one so experienced in the art of Bonio extraction as I. The tally was running at three in half an hour! The Owner pretended not to mind at all, although he was quite clearly counting them up because he short-changed me a bit in the evening Bonio department. The Owner liked her as she laughed at all his jokes, whether she understood them or not and there are few who would do that for him. Most smile and say "Right....." and then he has to explain them by which time they are not funny any more. Then the next day Photographer Hoomun arrived with a camera which had the longest lens ever! Honestly, if he stood it on end it would have been tall enough for even Monkey Dog Thing to have cocked his leg on it! He also gave me a Bonio out of my Bonio bucket so he went straight up in my estimation. Then came the problem! He wanted to take pictures of The Owner and got out this very posh bag which was filled with lots of little bags with interesting camera type things in... and sandwiches... which were very interesting! The Owner was told to go and sit on a big log whilst Photographer Hoomun took lots of pictures so I had a quick sniff at the bag where he left it on the ground outside the studio door. Photographer Hoomun said "Oi, Gerroff!" to me. I pretended not to understand the insult this time round. Well you always give the benefit of the doubt the first time round don't you? In case they have no understanding of my obvious breeding. He followed it by addressing The Owner with "Can you get THAT dog sat in front of you and behaving himself?" That was war! I sat with The Owner as requested for a few pictures, then Photographer Hoomun said to The Owner, "Can we get his best side? Does he have a best side?". That's Ok, I can wait... The Owner started regaling him with all his stories about how he was a photographer many years ago, (which he made up as he went along) so whilst he was distracted I went to his bag, helped myself to his packet of sandwiches and wee'd in his bag. He didn't notice, when he threw his bag in his car, the stream of wee dribbling out of the bottom of his bag. But I guess he will later! :)