Owners Dad's Visit to the Rose Beds

Well, the weekend was a bit eventful to be honest, so yesterday Barney K9 and I kept a very low profile. On Sunday The Owner was up very early, before the sun was peeking above the horizon as I recall and he was singing. This usually means only one thing... we are going to see The Lady Hoomun. So we bundled into the car an a very disorderly fashion. It was disorderly only because there was a patch of slippery ice by the car and both The Owner and Barney K9 finished up in a rather large heap on the floor. Well I have breeding I do, you wouldn't expect someone with such obvious breeding to be rolling around in a layby beside the road would you? Unless there is something organic there and then it is obviously quite acceptable. So, composure regained, we returned to the matter in hand and started our journey. The first stop was to visit Owners Dad and we tried to take Owners Dad for a walk. Well, as I have breeding I don't need a lead in such circumstances, but Barney K9 is just a K9 thug and so requires a lead. The Owner was pushing the wheelchair, I was flitting energetically from bush to bush marking our trail in case The Owner may have got lost on his return journey and Barney K9 walked to heel beside the wheelchair. It was all going swimmingly until The Owner decided it would be funny to wheel the wheelchair a bit too close to the rose bushes to squeeze Barney K9 up a bit. Barney K9 jumped out of the way a bit smartish and his lead caught around the handbrake. Handbrakes on a moving vehicle on one side only tend to have a strange effect on their ability to steer a straight course. When The Owner had dragged the wheelchair back out of the rose beds and lifted Owners Dad out and put him back in the chair we gave him back to the nurses to clean him up a bit and to get out of the way of his grumbling about scratches and bruising and stuff. I was a bit disappointed that whilst he was down there among the roses he didn't take the opportunity to have a quick roll in the organic manure that was around the roses too. We left soon after.

We went then to meet with The Lady Hoomun and The Owner immediately forgot his grumbling and became quite cheerful. I am not sure if it was her that caused his cheerfulness or the fact that he took her to a pub. Could have been either. This pub looked very nice but we weren't allowed in and were left instead in the car. It was getting cold and dark when he emerged full of bon hommie and put us on the posh lead that has only one handle but two K9 clips. This means he is going to be showing off I think. He took us in and I immediately saw a row of very tall tables and stools with hoomuns eating at them. Hoomuns eating tends to mean all sorts dropped on the floor around the table so Barney K9 and I rushed forward to clear up for them. All part of the public service! I just wish that Barney K9 had gone the  same side of the row of tables as I did!!! Our two posh leads are joined in the middle as you may recall. Well the first stool with a rather indignant lady hoomun sat on it was the first to fall, who took down the table with her. This made Barney K9 run to get out of the way before he got squashed... which took the next four stools and table down too..,.. which fell into the third... and then the fourth.... which deposited the four freshly served Christmas dinners straight back in the kitchen, along with the table they were sat on. The Owner seemed particularly irritable on the journey home, I am not sure if it was the bill for all the meals and drinks that Barney K9 had knocked over which was making him grumpy, or the fact the The Lady Hoomun was laughing at him. Difficult to tell.