The Hole That I Couldn't See in The Pond

Well, the observant among you may have noticed that we have had a little rain over the last few days. Today the weather showed little signs of change. I know this makes me sound a little like the hoomuns I have seen around the village spending hours discussing the wevva.... and beer. On patrol (in the rain) with The Owner at lunch time I encountered some very strange hoomun behaviour which I am at something of a loss to explain. The pond, was quite full and had spread right across the road. Nothing unusual in that, given the wevva, you are thinking. The unusual bit was Road Workman on his little digger, in the middle of it, digging a very large hole under the water. I found out later that he was digging a hole for new sewer pipes which will probably give The Owner some comfort that his taxes are being well spent. Now how did I know he had dug a hole under the water? Well, as you ask, The Owner stopped to chat and try and impress Road Workman with his knowledge on digging holes and to show off his new wellington boots as he stood in the water. I had a quick sniff around his digger and wee'd on his tracks. Then I walked across the front of it and was somewhat surprised to get a mouth full of water and found myself unable to see anything through about four feet of murky water in the hole that Road Workman was apparently digging. The Owner showed his usual sympathy at my predicaments and laughed loudly as I spluttered my way to the surface again. The water was very muddy, and so was I when I clambered out. The Owner was far too busy to worry about drying me off a little with a rub down with a towel when we got back and soon disappeared back to the studio leaving me at home. He left me looking for some way of drying myself off a little. Well I am predicting there may be words said when he goes to bed later, I found just the spot to dry off a little and keep warm. I don't think The Owner will be happy with it though. The boot room is dry enough! :)

My Ride in The Pizza Delivery Van

Well, what an adventure I've just had! When we left the studio this evening we got to the road and there was much pondering as The Owner debated with himself over whether we turned and went to the pub or turned for home. It took a while, but eventually he decided and we came home. The Owner started to fidget until he fumbled through the letter box and out dropped an advert from the pizza shop offering two for the price of one. The naive among you would now be thinking that maybe the free one may be destined for me? Wrong! But that wasn't the adventure. Pizza Yoof arrived and came bounding up the pathway with far too much enthusiasm and bonne homme for all in a half mile radius. He stood at the front door, talking to The Owner and bounding around the front porch like a demented badger. He had left his car door open! And the front gate! Never one to turn down a trip out in a car I hopped in and then over on to the back seat and settled down to wait. Eventually he bounded back up the path and jumped in the car and shut the door. Excellent, I thought. We are off for a ride. Pizza Yoof turned the radio on very loud and started singing loudly and jumping around in his seat. I have to report his singing was going to win him absolutely no prizes on !The Voice. My little trip was going well, I thought and then he rummaged in his bag and produced a biscuit which he had a quick chomp on as we drove along. I was getting concerned that a bit of that biscuit was not coming my way so I sat up and tapped him on his shoulder with my paw and woofed a bit. Well I think he overreacted and behaved in a very dramatic manner! Fortunately the pub sign was not showing much damage, unlike Pizza Yoof's car bumper! I was brought back to the cottage and couldn't help notice our formerly bouncy Pizza Yoof was a little more subdued, in fact, sort of, like, well... normal. He is out there now with The Owner and a length of wire and a bit of string and a broken bumper. I reasoned that I am going to be sent to the bootroom when The Owner comes back in so I may just save him the trouble and take myself off there now. And he still didn't share his biscuit with me!!!!

The Visit to The Opticians

I have discovered today what an optician is and I think tomorrow we need to discover a different one! Last week sometime, the electricity went off, and so when we wandered home after patrol, the cottage was dark and silent. All he had to do was to go and press the switch, but no, he starts to reminisce about his childhood and the three day week. I have yet to work out what a three day week is as ours around here are all seven days. Must be a the other side of Swindon! He decided that an evening "By the light of the fire and a few candles" would be a good way to spend the time. Now something I have noticed about hoomuns is that their eyesight is not so good in the dark as us K9's. He went round to the wood shed and after fumbling around a little and swearing a bit, he re-emerged with an armful of logs. Inside the cottage his eyesight had improved none and I could see he was about to tread on his reading glasses in the middle of the floor. I was right!! He did tread on his glasses in the middle of the floor! Sometimes I even surprise myself! This necessitated us making a trip today into town to the opticians. He can be so embarrassing sometimes, when he feels a certain sense of injustice. No one else thinks his injustices are unjust, only in his little world. After selecting a pair off the rack that weren't bent and twisted like his old ones he went to pay for them as Mummy Hoomun was sorting out some for her small boy (not to be confused with my Small Boy) and Optician Hoomun said they were free. The Owner's were not free! They were the cause of much holding head in hands and shouting "How much?!?!?" There then followed much shouting and arguing about how much he has paid in taxes and stuff and as a large crowd was gathering at the shop doorway to see what the noise was about I crept outside and awaited the end of the argument when he was asked to leave again. Rolling in badger poo is such a simple way of life, don't you think?

Thoughts on Gold Foil Stuck to Noses

I have been more than a little charitable to The Owner during his recent "Medical Problems". I am not drawing any conclusions from his experiences and his palpitations occurring shortly after the arrival of his new medical dictionary! There is also a section I have noticed at the back on K9 ailments, which he is reading at the moment, amidst periodic glances in my direction over the top of his glasses (more of which later I am sure), accompanied by the occasional episode of K9 manhandling as he prods and pokes his way to disproving a further life affecting K9 affliction. Look, I am healthy!!! OK?!?!?!? I will of course draw no inference from the fact that the K9 section is at the back! However, after this morning, my formerly charitable feeling of "bon homme" has evaporated. Last night, he was drinking beer from bottles with funny corks in which he delights in firing around the room whilst trying to see how many times he can bounce them off walls, ceilings and other furniture and still hit me on the rump. They also come with gold foil covers over the top. This morning after breakfast and early patrol I had a quick sniff around the living room carpet looking for any traces of Bonio chomps from last night, or other edible detritus left behind, when a piece of this gold foil got stuck to my wet nose. It could be thought of in the same terms as hoomuns wearing mittens and then getting a hair in their mouths. Paws and claws are just not good at getting rid of bits of gold foil stuck to damp noses! The Owner, predictably, has found the whole matter very amusing and keeps laughing loudly at me every time he sees me and, as the foil in question is sticking up at the front of my nose, and in permanent view from where I can see it, keeps asking whether I prefer a cross hair or traditional blade sight. I responded by finding some badger poo for one shoulder and something indescribable in the calf sheds for the other. I was then banished to the boot room until the hose had been dug out of the shed and the yard broom rescued from wherever Small Boy had left it. I was then washed down in rather too rough a manner for someone of my breeding. He has now stolen my comfy cushion and my duvet and both are in the washing machine. The poo I found has been a particularly good vintage and has resisted normal attempts at removal. I am choosing to draw no conclusion at the moment from the fact that he is calling me in an altogether too friendly fashion from the bathroom, after much sloshing of water in the bath. I will report later on the glasses situation.

The Birthday Tea

Today is Friday and, perhaps predictably, we have been to the pub, "To celebrate your Birthday Jack!" he said. Am I missing something here? My Birthday, he gets the drink? The good news is that I managed to get him back home and past the pond without incident. Now, yesterday, we went to the studio. The Owner said to me, "Jack my boy, t's your birthday!" Well after past Birthdays I was immediately suspicious, I still remember the hangover! But, he offered me a dish of tea which I thought sounded a good idea. When Small Boy makes me tea I find it quite pleasant as an experience so I got quite excited and bounced around a lot. Well, three pints of tea was perhaps a little bit too much but you don't look a gift horse in the mouth do you? It was about an hour before the bladder became a little too uncomfortable, so The Owner let me out in to the paddock. Well I wee'd and I wee'd and I wee'd! The Owner was a little uncharitable, I felt, when he asked me if I wanted the Sunday papers to read whilst I was busy. When we got back to the cottage, Postman had delivered lots of chews and doggy chomps. Well, I had to sample a few didn't I? Not sure what was in one of them but it made me feel a bit funny and I finished up running from room to room. I couldn't help it!!!! The tally was; 2 pint glasses (full), a box of champagne flutes (now a box of bits), his favourite tea mug (no handle), his dinner plate (full), oh yes, and the table lamp (now without a lampshade). I am thinking that Birthdays may be overrated! I am going for a lie down!

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