Small Boy and Friends Visit

Sundays, as I have mentioned oft times before, are very predictable and ordered in the cottage. Last Sunday was not expected to be very different, as far as I was aware. I am accustomed to snooze happily in the boot room until The Owner comes grumbling down the stairs, when I try and gauge the mood he may be in from the volume of his grumbling. I do this just to match my eagerness to greet him in an appropriate fashion to his mood. I didn't hear the customary grumbling the other side of the boot room door, but I could hear movement in the kitchen. Now this could have meant that The Owner had fallen asleep on the sofa again and he, The Owner, would likely have a stiff neck and so full volume bouncing would be required to snap him out of any self pity. I heard the latch and the door cracked open a little bit, so I burst forth in a frenzy of greetings......... Where the hell did he come from???? Small Boy was stood there!!!!! Behind him was Driver Yoof!!!!! I was expecting to see Text Yoof and Toni Yoofette too but they were nowhere to be seen. But there was another figure who I have now come to know as Headbanger Yoof, mainly as he is a little taller than the rest and spent most of his day banging his head on doors and other stuff around the cottage which are way above where I need to worry about. I was unable to find The Owner though! It was a Sunday, so I became very concerned that he may have gone walkabout again but I noticed his boots were still there as Small Boy, Driver Yoof and Headbanger Yoof took me off for an early patrol. So he can't be far. We returned to the cottage, after Small Boy had found something new to do with a rope swing by swinging very high and then somehow breaking the rope and flying a very long way through the air and landing in a big heap on the ground. It looked great fun and everyone laughed loudly, but I noticed he only did it the once. When we got back, my breakfast was in my dish and fresh water in the other one and The Owner was sat reading his paper and drinking a big mug of steaming tea.... and grumbling a lot. So no change there then. Small Boy brought a large lump of rock in to the house from the car and gave it to The Owner, which I was a little surprised about as when ever I bring any little treasures into the cottage The Owner usually has an opinion on the matter. But he seemed genuinely pleased with this very large treasure and started taking pictures. Everyone then got in to Driver Yoof's car and we all went to Divine Cafe for breakfast. I have to sit in the car of course, which was where I had my first little incident and knocked over a bottle of coke, all over the car seat. I have to admit there was quite a lot of it and it did froth quite a lot, which was quite interesting. It happened to be on the seat that The Owner was to sit on too and from a K9 perspective it was funny watching him squirm as his trousers became more and more uncomfortable. Small Boy and his friends spent the rest of the day pointing at his wet bum and sniggering, as Yoofs do, I have noticed. Fortunately I believe I may have got away with that one.