The Arrival of Diesel Dog

Well I have observed the highs and the lows of hoomun festivities over recent days. Partnerships made or renewed and friendships lost. It is a concept that us K9's understand little of, although I did learn from last year; Never, ever, eat the tinsel! It is particularly uncomfortable when it reappears at the other end! The other morning The Owner was particularly jolly and there was great activity in the kitchen for an hour or two, peeling, dicing and chopping. And as for what The Owner did to that poor turkey! It seemed particularly unfair to me and perhaps just a little too familiar. If I were that turkey I would have had an opinion on the matter that may have been less than favourable! As with all occasions that involve great activity for The Owner, they are followed by a period of relaxation with a glass of sherry and the Sunday Paper on the settee that I am allowed on. Well, it is expected of me, so I climbed up on there with him. I settled down for a quiet moment of contemplation and inward reflection whilst The Owner slurped loudly as he spills most of his sherry either down his shirt or over my head. As I casually opened one eye to turn over a little, I saw a flash of fur go by and at first I was unsure of what I had seen. But the crash that followed confirmed it, Diesel Dog had arrived! His arrival is usually heralded by a period of running, like a demented badger, in the front door through the hallway, through the dining room (which was where I saw him), through the kitchen, through the boot room, out the back door and round the cottage, to come in the front door and do it all again. So today the crash was from Diesel Dog following the routine, until he arrived at the back door in the boot room, where he was met with something unexpected, the door was closed! Wet paws are not good when it comes to traction on shiny floors. I heard a whimper from the boot room and a very subdued Diesel Dog wandered back in. Maybe we might have a more peaceful day after all.