The endlessly cheerful Agalouts are back, and naturally we had to visit their cave this morning. It was raining cats and dogs but that didn’t deter Grey and Blue from driving up on slippy stuff to the Fairy Doll. A bit of banter about the UK trip and off we went again. I was ready to go back to bed as the weather was so awful, but the humans put on their Pacamac’s, parked the car only halfway up the hill, and made me walk the rest of the way to the restaurant at Mont Caly where they tucked into a hearty lunch. Naturally, nothing for me.
Back we came down the slope after lunch. I tried to inject a bit of cheer by chasing after pine cones, but the humans were rubbish at kicking and throwing the cones so it was not much of a challenge. Janetor said that her relation played footall for Millwall. Well if they did, the kicking skill was not passsed down. If only they had remembered to bring the ball thrower and a new tennis ball, I could have had a decent game. As it was, I had to pretend to enjoy their little challenges.
Apparently, I have got to stay in Cozyland for a few more days since the Agas are going back to Blighty for more fun on Thursday. Suits me as I get the chance to run more rings around Blue and Grey. To prove the point, when we got back, although it was at least an hour before the “Janetor decreed eating time” of 5pm, I launched a sustained crying and sqeaking session and kept it up until Blue cracked and put my dinner out.
Munch munch.