The Wet Foot

Today someone used a very rude word in my general direction which I felt was hardly justified in any way whatsoever. After all, I have breeding I do! Had I mentioned that I was born on Lord Baths estate? Late morning was approaching at the studio and there had been no coffee thus far and coffee means??..... Bonios!!!!!!! I always have a Bonio, or two, when The Owner has his morning coffee and time was passing us by here. I was becoming just a little agitated about the whole matter. Then Businessman Hoomun arrived in a very smart suit which was just begging for the odd bit of mud splatter up the trouser leg, I thought. A kind of K9 accessorising. He was actually the reason for the late coffee and more importantly the late Bonio it seemed. So The Owner at last started making coffee and Businessman Hoomun sat on the spare chair near The Owners desk, which is beside the rubber mat where my water dish sits. I bounced round the other side of the desk where The Owner makes his coffee (I always have a little cuddle whilst he makes his coffee, just to remind him I am there and hopeful of a Bonio). Coffee made, and a cup handed to his guest, The Owner stood up with his cup in his hand. Good oh!!!! I thought. He is walking to his computer desk chair and that is next to...... my Bonio bucket!!! Much excitement was called for!! So I did my silly run round the edge of his desk heading for the bucket........ Oh bugger! Who left that water dish on the rubber mat? It was full when I put my paw on the edge of the dish, which shot its contents across the carpet with great haste. The dish was now empty and rolling across the floor like a bit of tumble weed in a western. Businessman Hoomun, however, now had a shoe which was rather full of water... and a foot.....which was now wet. Like a volcano erupting you could see the eruption travelling all the way up from his wet foot until it got to his mouth, by which time it was travelling with some force as it burst forth with much angst. Mainly aimed at me since you ask. It was then that this very rude word was hurled in my general direction. Businessman Hoomun seemed a little less charitable than he was only a moment before so I opted for a quick snooze in the calf sheds, just in case. I am wondering if it is safe to come out yet?