The Owner has Been to Vote

Wow! Well what a day I have had and to be honest I am quite glad to retire to my comfy cushion with a succulent Bonio to chomp upon. During this week we have had major upheavals in the village with roadworks and much digging of holes and things. Today, The Owner and I were wandering along the road past the roadworks when The Owner decided to stop and pass critique on their work. Now, I have noticed that hoomuns like to stand around holes and discuss things with a great deal of gravitas and arm waving, and today was no exception. The Owner and Road Hoomuns were obviously into a long discussion about the hole in the road, its merits or otherwise and was not going to require my input as far as I could see. So after Road Hoomun Yoof was sent to stack up the cones I wandered down the line of them and nonchalantly cocked my leg up most of them. Road Hoomun Yoof seemed to take great exception to my activities and bellowed like a bull calf and I got the impression it was aimed at me somehow. I was quite glad that The Owner had finished his discussion with great gravitas about heaven knows what and came and rescued me. I think it was the blue cone that caused the problem for Road Hoomun Yoof although some of my wee missed so it didn't get the full effect. Good job he was standing behind the cone to catch the excess really. Now ordinarily that would have been enough for the day but apparently it is "Voting Day" today. So this evening we went to vote. The Owner can vote, whatever that entails I have no idea as apparently K9's are not allowed to do it. I gather that The Owner was expected to give his vote to someone or other and there were several who seemed to want it hovering outside the village hall when we arrived. Funny thing was that most disappeared as soon as The Owner produced a list of things that he needed answers about and was looking for someone who was stupid enough to look in his general direction. After about two hours of this remonstrating a white van arrived and put the only hoomun who hadn't escaped The Owner into a strange jacket with buckles over the end of the sleeves and bundled him in the back of the van. The Owner then went inside and drew another box on the bottom of his voting paper and wrote none of the above in it and put a big black cross beside it. He kept chuckling to himself all the way home and is currently sat in his chair on the patio chuckling to himself with a strange satisfied grin on his face. I am going indoors out of the way, just in case.