The Great Purple Ink Scandal

Yesterday I was in trouble! You may even say I visited the poop parlour, and it was quite deep.

Yesterday The Owner was very busy doing printing so I opted to get behind the heater as soon as we arrived at the studio, as I know from past experience how he tends to lose his patience with anything printer related. As it turned out it was a wise move on my part! The Owner was printing out some purple discs and some purple pieces of paper and more purple pieces of paper.... and with that amount of purple ink around he had printed his fingers purple too. Only he hadn't noticed the last bit. I did, but would he listen to me as I tried to warn him? No, I am the one who got shooed out of the way and told that it wasn't yet coffee time so I am not due a Bonio yet! Well I tried didn't I? I would also just like to point out that I am not always motivated entirely by Bonios! There is at least ten minutes every day when I am not trying to elicit a Bonio from someone or other and this just happened to be it. I also thought that the purple ink on his fingers was not the best thing to be smearing over his new purple printing, but what do I know? I am guessing The Owner thought so to when he noticed it and there were many words used that I pretended not to understand. The printer was soundly chastised, cleaned, and set about its task of printing replacements. The Owner put the coffee on which is always a good reason for great excitement as the next thing to follow is........ Bonios!

I was let out for a quick wee before coffee so I chased around the paddock with a great sense of excitement and then rushed straight back to the studio, mission accomplished. However whilst I was outside The Owner had spread his purple papers all over the floor in little heaps as he sorted them out and my return was greeted with howls of anguish from The Owner, implying that my muddy paw prints were not welcome over his second set of printing.

Well I couldn't stop!!! Once I had trodden on the slippery glossy paper I definitely couldn't stop! There then followed much angst as he had to change the ink cartridges, particularly the purple ink as it happened, so there was more ink on fingers etc. and more words I pretend not to understand. As it was me that slid on the paper, the ink smudges he left everywhere automatically became my fault too (although I don't follow the logic with that one). It was a good job he had more paper and an even bigger good job that the ink delivery hoomun had turned up that morning too or that would have been my fault as well. Extra printing done and handed over and not so much as a peep from the printer so far today so I am hopeful of a quieter day.