February 2017

Blimey, loads of snow this morning but the weird couple are not going skiing. Instead, they are running around getting stuff ready for the mystery tour that starts on Wednesday. The Blue one is still desperately trying to find out what is going on. She even asked me hoping I would spill the beans as a reward for her allowing me to have a crafty kip on her lap (see picture evidence that it is not only Grey who is a soft touch). I wasn’t falling for that nonsense and told her that”everything will be fine” which is the party line by the way. Grey confided in me that he has no idea at all whether everything will, in fact, be fine but the clothes and makeup needs will be quite small since the plan is to go to a nudist health farm for a fortnight. Hence the requirement for only very small amounts of clothing, in fact “just enough for the journey. When you get there, they will provide all you need!”

We went down to the village this afternoon so that Grey could call in at the garage and book his box cart in for a service and routine test. After that we walked back through the heavy thick snow, and I played around a bit. But the lack of a tennis ball is starting to bear down on my enthusiasm for chasing things; in today’s case, a half eaten pine cone.

As I write this, the Agalouts are on their way back, and I have to say that I am ready to quit this kennel for a while. I have missed the iron discipline, minimal food, and being growled at by the doctor. If I stayed here much longer, I would start to enjoy the freedom and “do as you please” regime for sleeping and cozying up to the humans. I feel I need to get back to the protestant thrashings and being dominated at all times. I have to say that I have missed it, and I am now ready to serve my sentence.

Woof woof woof. I want to go out now for a No 1. Woof, whine, whine, woof..

It all kicked off today. Firstly, it was snowing hard from the outset. This had two consequences. The adults, for it is they, got very excited about the prospect of skiing, and then spent most of the day by avoiding going out “until it stops”.

Then, the one with blue hair had booked with the physio who was to look into her poorly Achilles heel, or at least the one that you find on the bottom of your leg and connecting to the foot (another doggy word “heel”). Well as time passed, and the snow got heavier, she sent him out to give me a walk in the pouring snow. Bless him he did and we played around until I had left plenty of numbers 1 and 2 all over the route des metrallins. Then he came back, only to be told he had to walk me down to the village  to meet her after her appointment and take the bus back up.

Down we went, snow still pouring, and I had a sniff around the butchers shop while Grey went into the baker next door to get some bread. There we some especially tasty smelling chickens roasting outside on the spit, but try as I may, the lead was not quite long enough to allow me to jump up and get a bite. So I “left a bit” on the pavement outside the shop as a little protest.

Finally back home, I got my dinner an hour late before I conked out while the adults watched more people playing with their tennis balls, a pleasure that is denied me for the time being. After they went to bed, I took up residence on the couch for a comfy night which is where Grey found me in the morning when he came down to make the tea. I got a mild rebuke, but it was pretty timid compared with the stick I get from the Agalouts.