Here we go again. Christmas is over for another seven dogyears, and after all the mayhem of the owners celebrating a virgin birth, I was looking forward to some peace and quiet once the guest named after wild blackberrys had been taken back to where it belongs in Spain. No such luck. I could almost feel the onset of tranquillity yesterday when the doorbell went. Who should appear but old Grey and Blue Rinse.
It quickly emerged that the owners need to go down south to the human vet for some more maintenance and they will be away for a couple of weeks or so. Naturally, they don’t want me around and old Grey and Blue have won the bidding war to look after me. So I will keep the blogging going just in case you care, and will start to report from the new kennel from tomorrow. Meanwhile, I have been reading the papers and taking in all the fun with what the humans call “Brexit”, or at least I think that is what they call it. All seems a bit daft to me as you will see in my latest thoughts.
A demain