The Clean White Shirt

Yesterday I was impressed with my own quick thinking. Lightning reactions I had! Decisions were made in the blink of an eye! Why is it though that decisions made like that always seem to have such far reaching, yet unforeseen, consequences? Yesterday morning The Owner was up early and was flitting around the cottage in his domestic duties pinny. You really don't want to know what else he was wearing! He was busy doing his best to vacuum all the dust up, only for it to be deposited somewhere else by that demonic Dyson The more I see of it the more I am convinced that it is of the devil and that I was always right to be very wary of it. With all the dust now removed from the floor and placed deftly on the dining table by that ruddy Dyson, The Owner turned his attention to the bath. He came down a while later wearing his work meeting trousers and his posh new jacket that I have already caused to have to go to see Dry Cleaner Hoomuns and then started pacing from room to room and outside and around the garden. He gives me such a headache when he is like that! After a while a very large car pulled up outside which I could see had room for a K9 in the back, but The Owner jumped in and left me in the garden! I was not impressed about that and even tried my forlorn look to no avail. Some time later he returned full of bonhomie (and wine) and came through the gate. So I ran swiftly to greet him, my immediate attention was grabbed by the scent of another K9 about his person as I approached and, quick as a flash I ran straight past him and ran quickly round the middy puddle formerly known as his parking space in front of the cottage. He was unaware of my cunning plan, he thought I was doing my silly run to greet him! Back through the gate.... target acquired! Clean new white shirt beneath his jacket..... paws primed.... and launch! Bulls eye!!!! I thought the mud looked so good, contrasting wonderfully with the white of his shirt. He didn't seem pleased at all with me all afternoon and yesterday evening and the same silent treatment has continued today with just the one Bonio all day today. He is still sighing a lot every time he looks at me, even today. Not sure at the moment how long he is going to keep this up. It could be a quiet evening today as well. There he goes again, past the boot room door and yes there was another sigh. Hoomuns!!!!