I am settling into the big kennel and have used the first 24 hours to test a few boundaries. You will see that I have earmarked the space in front of the fire as my daytime resting place. For the last two nights, once the codgers are asleep, I slide up to the spare room which they handily leave with the door ajar. The bed is not only brilliantly comfortable, but from that room, I can keep an eye on the old ones in case they stumble to the loo in the night. When they do, I quickly perk up and demand a brief opportunity to be taken outside for a pee and a thorough check on the wild animals who roam around at night. When I see them I bark for all I am worth and they soon get the hint and disappear as fast as a Brexiteer when challenged to explain the benefits of World Trade Terms for the movement of pets between the UK and France by way of the Pizza Ferry.
Today, they went out this morning for a quick coffee with another human in the village. They were away for ages, so I went upstairs to check if the bed works as well during the day as it does at night. Happily, it does. They finally got back covered in snow in the late afternoon having decided to lunch without me in the village. All I could do was to insist Blue Rinse should take me out to play “Lose Bernie’s Ball” and torment a few mice sheltering down their little burrows. To her credit, we had a good stint, and I had just about got my appetite together by the time I got back. It was hard, but I managed to consume my meagre rations in record time.
I am worried about tomorrow. Apparently another family are coming to dinner with their hound, who I don’t believe I have met. There is also talk of a joint walk during the day. So depending how things turn out, I may insist on retreating to my new bedroom and having the door properly closed. It will only be a small step to me sleeping upstairs with the Codgers huddled together on the couch downstairs.
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