Here I am again at the Guest Kennel, and frankly, I am looking forward to a couple of day’s rest. Last week at the Fairy Doll has been very hectic and not a little stressful. The Catalans arrived just over a week ago; it seems hardly a few hours since they were here before but they simply cannot stay away from the place. This time they turned up with the junior puppy suffering from some form of chest infection. He would have been an “unhappy bunny” had he been a rabbit. As it was, he was most generous and having grumped for a few days, he passed it on to the Janetor. As she does, she struggled on by skiing, doing lessons, taking me for walks and all the other stuff, while the Lord of the Manor seemed to spend most afternoons having a kip.
The rest of the Catalans were their usual insufferable jolliness. Walking up ruddy mountains before breakfast, and playing with their puppies from dawn to dusk (and several hours after dusk in most cases). It all meant that I got a lot less attention than normal, and I have noted that the supply of proper treats has dried up. And then, to cap it all on the last day, the adults (for that is how they describe themselves) managed to scrape the wing of their car, and the younger puppy, having recovered from his infection, promptly went out on the snow and tested the breaking strain of his leg bone. It failed. The activity to sort it out meant that I was on my tod for the rest of the day until Grey and Blue arrived to take me away.
That need arose because the Catalans have now gone home and the Agalouts have naffed off to the UK for some party for an ancient friend who is now one year more ancient. Believe it of not, they are back tomorrow for a couple of days, and then going back for yet another ancient rite of some sort. Hopefully I will just stay here until all this whizzing around just because someone has got older has come to an end. Although, logically, this will never be the case. Everyone gets older every week, so why only party once a year, or every ten years in this case.
So here I am at the Guest Kennel and very cozy it is too. Grey spent last night trying to get his foreign satellite box to work so that he and Blue could watch grown men chase a tennis ball around in Australia. He failed to get it to work and moaned off to bed. However, this morning, having taken me for a one minute walk, he looked in the “TV Temps” and found that it was live on French telly. Oh Joy. No need for a box!! So then I had to sleep for about four hours while he and Blue kept shouting at the TV set with a bizarre mixture of expletives and encouragement. As far as I could see, the players on the screen were not as good as me with a tennis ball, and they got new ones every few minutes. I am still making do with a spittle soaked lump of cloth and rubber that Bernie threw out months ago.
Then there was football and cricket for Grey to follow, and old Blue (“old” because I am told she is also ancient in a few days time) went off to play with her computer. I could see the day slipping away with my getting no more attention here than I was getting at the Fairy Doll, so I kicked up a pretty impressive whining session which finally broke their resolve to ignore me and off we went for a walk in the snow. After that, I was allocated my usual miserable amount of dried food which I scoffed down in seconds, then I wrote my blog and by the time you read this, I will be fast asleep. A demain.