What is it about human’s? They are obsessed with pissing. I heard Grey stirring at about 8:30 this morning, so I popped upstairs to say “hello”. I think both B and G were awake. It was hard to tell but I did hear B tell G to make sure I was taken out for a P. Blow that! It was the weather that was pissing, and I had no intention of joining in. So I declined to pass the front door and G grumped off to make a cup of tea. I heard him get challenged as to whether I had emptied my bladder and he got an earful as if it was his fault when he said that I had refused at the first fence. I settled back in front of the fire where I stayed for several hours interrupted only when they tried in their different ways to get me to slash away in the snow. No way, but I admire them for trying.
Finally at about 3:30, G was deployed to take me for a walk. Poor chap needed full weather protection as it was blowing a gale and dumping with snow. B fussed around fixing his bonnet and off we went. It was awful and I tried to cut things short by having several no 1 sessions and three impressive no 2 events. I imagined this would give him the excuse to turn back, but I was mistaken. Cussid sod, he stuck to the plan and we went all the way to Lassarre in the blizzard. On the way back, we had a chat with a local dog I have met before, and then finally it was back to the warmth of the fireside. However, as I had emptied myself as it were, I was ready for a refill, but the miserable sod made me wait for 20 minutes until 5pm before putting down the dried grot the humans think is cordon bleu nourishment for a dog. This was all because that is what the female agalout had decreed and to quote “I dare not argue with Matron”. Whimp or what?
Late breaking news. I hear they are coming back tomorrow. Can’t wait!! Whoof, whoof.
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