The Demented Badger

Well last weekend, after several day visits from The Owner, he came home for good. Not only was Owners Daughter here, as she has been for the last few weeks, turning stuff off or down all over the place, but Diesel Dog Daughter turned up with Diesel Dog and Very Strange Woman. Very Strange Woman is not to be confused with Strange Woman who comes up with Small Boy. I know what you are thinking, "His life can get complicated can't it?". Well you're not wrong there! Any way, I took Diesel Dog out in the garden to show him the best bits to roll in and stuff like that. All he would do was run up and down the woodland path like a demented badger! Then The Owner came out to see what was going on and sat on the seat to watch. Diesel Dog came over to see what he was going doing and I'm afraid I had to show him that The Owner was my owner and not his. I have learned not to wee up his leg to claim territory so did the next best thing and sat on the seat with him.

The Demented Badger

Well last weekend, after several day visits from The Owner, he came home for good. Not only was Owners Daughter here, as she has been for the last few weeks, turning stuff off or down all over the place, but Diesel Dog Daughter turned up with Diesel Dog and Very Strange Woman. Very Strange Woman is not to be confused with Strange Woman who comes up with Small Boy. I know what you are thinking, "His life can get complicated can't it?". Well you're not wrong there! Any way, I took Diesel Dog out in the garden to show him the best bits to roll in and stuff like that. All he would do was run up and down the woodland path like a demented badger! Then The Owner came out to see what was going on and sat on the seat to watch. Diesel Dog came over to see what he was going doing and I'm afraid I had to show him that The Owner was my owner and not his. I have learned not to wee up his leg to claim territory so did the next best thing and sat on the seat with him.

Clearing the Decks

Allow me to refresh your memory at the slightly bizarre scene when last I wrote. The Owner, having been found living under the arches near the weir in Bath (thank you for the tip off from the Bath Grimebusters) was taken into the hospital with the shiny floors. Owners Daughter and Owners Dad arrived one weekend with The Owner!

Now this is where it gets weird! I got all excited (well who wouldn't?) and jumped up at him and left two muddy paw prints in the middle of his clean white shirt and pushed him backwards and left him sitting in the muddy puddle. Now ordinarily this would have induced a session of grumbling somewhat akin to that experienced by the citizens of Pompeii just before Vesuvius buried them all! All that happened was that he smiled at me, rubbed the top of my head and got up and wandered in doors dripping water from the seat of his pants! There was a lot of very loud frowns coming from Owners Daughter at my little indiscretion but a kind of benign approval, even amusement, from The Owner.

I found it very unsettling! His general demeanour didn't change much all day, unlike his shirt, trousers and underwear which had to be changed straight away because of the muddy puddle and paw prints. He also smelled strangely of hospitals unlike the more normal slightly musty aroma of his crusty old Barbour jacket. At another moment of excitement I picked up one of my little treasures from my bed to give him, which just happened to be the remains of his straw hat that he always wears to the village church fete that I stole in a moment of madness earlier in the year. Owners Daughter grabbed it quick from me and looked stern saying "He doesn't need to see that, not today!". So I did capitalise on the moment and produced several other little misdemeanour's that I had been hiding, waiting for a suitable moment to dispose of and all were grabbed quick by Owners Daughter with the same phrase "He doesn't need to see that, not today!". All were put in the bin for me, which was a very satisfactory outcome and I managed to clear the decks completely!

I have never seen The Owner so laid back nor have I ever seen him allow Owners Daughter to fuss around him and mother him quite so much without it eliciting the normal resentful grumbling. It was nice to see The Owner again for that day and again on the following day, but I would rather he just got on with being grumpy again, I know where I am with him then. More to follow but have to let Owners Daughter have the pleasure of turning the computer off again to save the planet.

Update

There's been so much going on of late so I haven't had the time to write and let you know what's been happening. I left you in the lurch a little when The Owner was let out, sorry that's what The Owner called it, sent home for a day visit. But to be honest, apart from being busy, Owners Daughter tends to turn the computer right off and with paws and claws I can't quite get to grips with turning it back on again.

Update

There's been so much going on of late so I haven't had the time to write and let you know what's been happening. I left you in the lurch a little when The Owner was let out, sorry that's what The Owner called it, sent home for a day visit. But to be honest, apart from being busy, Owners Daughter tends to turn the computer right off and with paws and claws I can't quite get to grips with turning it back on again.

The Owners Day Visit

Eventually Owners Daughter returned, I suspected at first that she had been off doing some shopping. The Owner was always mumbling about women and shopping, not sure what it entails but I know there is always a lot of bags involved and I thoroughly approve because I can run around for ages in amongst all the paper and have a good time.

Anyway, she got out of the car with a load of bags in her arms so I began to psych myself up for the unwrapping process. Then Owners Dad got out of the car so she had clearly managed to get to his house and back OK. I was hopeful that he may have brought Owners Dads Cat with him, last time I teamed up with him I benefitted from the proceedings with a large plate of burgers and suasages. I know it was unintentional on the part of Owners Dads Cat but, hey, get it where you can!

There was another shape in the car I could observe as I bounced around with great excitement round the lawn, the car layby (including the puddles) and the muddy garden path. Then the shape moved and got out of the car..... surely not......it couldn't be........ it was!!!!!! It was The Owner!!!!!!! I was a little concerned at first as he spent a little time looking in the direction of the field where he had disappeared to all those months ago, but I tried really hard with my welcome dance around the garden then as he came through the gate I forgot myself and jumped up. Oh dear! Muddy paw prints in the middle of his chest on his clean white shirt and he sat back in the muddy puddle by the cars. Owners Daughter was frowning loudly, if you're asking me how can you frown loudly when frowning is to all intents and purposes a silent process then you haven't seen Owners Daughter frown! Hands on hips and a furrowed brow. I was expecting a lot of grumbling from The Owner as well but he just laughed and rubbed my head and got up and wandered in to the cottage. The Owner is home! Only for the day but he is home!

Standing Guard

Now I'm getting worried that another hoomun in my life has gorn orf! Owners Daughter has been gone far too long for going and collecting Owners Dad. Well at least comparing it to the time it takes The Owner to do the journey. I shall stand guard and wait.... inside the porch! Well its raining out there, I'll get wet paws!