More Karma

After last nights little incident when The Owner was on his hands and knees behind the door I have done my best to behave in case he puts two and two together and works out my involvement in his misfortune. He finished his washing of the floor with what looked suspiciously like car wash and wax to me and our world settled down into our usual rhythm for the evening. This morning was one of those mornings when I was unusually desperate for a wee when he came grumbling down the stairs. Normally all that is required is a quick wee up the bush just outside the back door and a quick sidestep to avoid The Owner's shoe as he hurls it from the back door because he thinks I ought not to be weeing on a bush so close to the door. Then rush back indoors and bounce around a lot whilst he puts my food in my dish. This morning a little more was required and so I ventured a little further into the garden and had a proper wee. This unfortunately gave The Owner time to get bored waiting for my return and so he threw the contents of my measuring beaker into my food dish. My food dish, being stainless steel, has a certain ring about it when my dried food lands in it. This sound carries quite a way, so I could hear it up the garden where I was gainfully employed in weeing on the clothes prop. The excitement was building, but I couldn't stop in mid flow could I? So as soon as the pressure was relieved enough to be bearable I commenced my charge. Across the lawn... past the raspberry canes..... round the tree... easing off the accelerator enough to check that the back door was open this time and unencumbered by The Owner washing the floors and then full throttle for the back door. Yay! Through the door.... it was here where it all went horribly wrong for me. I was right in my assumption, it was car shampoo and wax he had been using on the floors last night. Waxed floors do not work well with K9 duvet beds and K9's at high speed! Well I missed my food dish as I went straight past it sliding on my duvet in a kind of Aladdinesque moment. The Owner seemed somewhat surprised too as he stood there putting some tea in the pot and caught sight of me whizzing past in a very undignified manner. I have noticed that when they do this kind of thing in the films it always looks very controlled and cool. However real life seems something of a bitch when it comes to looking cool as I slid behind the fridge and out of sight. The Owner was his usual epitome of sympathy and understanding and without looking up just said "While you're behind there Jack can you check for cobwebs?" I recovered my composure, removed the cobweb from my nose and made my way back to look for my breakfast. I will be in the new calf sheds if anyone want me!!!