When I awoke this morning, I got up, had a stretch, yawned a little, turned around to lay back down on my bed and it was gone!!! I think this could be a long day. The Owner is carving a solitary pathway down the road carrying boxes with his home in. (And my bed!) I opted to have a snooze on the sofa that I am allowed on in the absence of my bed but The Owner is now eyeing that up with a particularly vexatious look in his eye. Although how he is going to manage that on his own escapes me at the moment. The word tortoise comes to mind.
The Owner cut a solitary pathway backwards and forwards from the cottage to the new home and he was making me feel quite giddy just watching him. So I did the only thing sensible at a time like this and went and had a lay down, except I couldn't, because he had already stolen my comfy cushion and it was in a bag somewhere. So I went to look for another means of comfort when one is in need of a little reassurance but my Bonio bucket was also missing! This is getting more serious by the second!!! But all was not lost; as it got to coffee time and I was getting into quite a lather about where he was going to find a Bonio for me, the door burst open and in walked Owners Cuz TC...... with treats.....for me! And also Owners Cuz IM, but he had no Bonios for me so I have yet to form an opinion about him! Then out of the car clambered a familiar shape, Small Boy emerged and grumbled about lots of things. He must be related in some way to The Owner I am thinking. When Owners Daughter and Diesel Dog Daughter turned up too there was much activity and I opted to go and sit in the garden at the new cottage (not sure why it is called New Cottage as it looks quite old to me) and find a nice sunny spot somewhere. By the evening and when peace had returned once more to our world, order was decidedly absent. The Owner spent much of the evening looking for a cup and the kettle which was of no concern to me as it happens because I had more important things to consider. Like, where was my bed!!??? After a frantic search, assisted by The Owner, I was none the wiser and The Owner took a little pity on me and let me spend my first night ever in his bedroom... Lord that is a noisy place!!
The Owner cut a solitary pathway backwards and forwards from the cottage to the new home and he was making me feel quite giddy just watching him. So I did the only thing sensible at a time like this and went and had a lay down, except I couldn't, because he had already stolen my comfy cushion and it was in a bag somewhere. So I went to look for another means of comfort when one is in need of a little reassurance but my Bonio bucket was also missing! This is getting more serious by the second!!! But all was not lost; as it got to coffee time and I was getting into quite a lather about where he was going to find a Bonio for me, the door burst open and in walked Owners Cuz TC...... with treats.....for me! And also Owners Cuz IM, but he had no Bonios for me so I have yet to form an opinion about him! Then out of the car clambered a familiar shape, Small Boy emerged and grumbled about lots of things. He must be related in some way to The Owner I am thinking. When Owners Daughter and Diesel Dog Daughter turned up too there was much activity and I opted to go and sit in the garden at the new cottage (not sure why it is called New Cottage as it looks quite old to me) and find a nice sunny spot somewhere. By the evening and when peace had returned once more to our world, order was decidedly absent. The Owner spent much of the evening looking for a cup and the kettle which was of no concern to me as it happens because I had more important things to consider. Like, where was my bed!!??? After a frantic search, assisted by The Owner, I was none the wiser and The Owner took a little pity on me and let me spend my first night ever in his bedroom... Lord that is a noisy place!!
The following day The Owner was on his own again
plying his way backwards and forwards with boxes and bags over his shoulders.
Some drivers on the road even tried a cheery wave when they saw him.... but
only the once. With a growl like that as his only response, even I was not
feeling brave enough to try anything for the second time. Although his frame of
mind lifted a little when Owners Daughter and Diesel Dog Daughter arrived and
announced he needed a pint. Now, this pub is near the canal and canals mean
water! However, with his temper only marginally improved by the application of
alcohol, I was not going to chance a quick dip into the murky waters and
settled for safety and sat under his seat out of the way. I sense there is much
to explore at the new cottage but I am not feeling brave enough yet to do so. I
will keep you informed!
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