I am beginning to settle into the new vibe here in the mountain top kennel. For reasons far too complex for a dog to understand, B and G are camping downstairs this year. This has had an impact on my sleeping arrangements as well. In the old days, the chalet was nice and warm from the fire all evening. After having what they laughingly called “food”, I could doze on the carpet in front of the fire (as did B and G but on the settee rather than the carpet). Long after they had gone to bed, and once the lounge had cooled down, I could sneak upstairs and try out the wide range of beds, duvets and carpets which they had failed to protect from me. There I could stay until the chief grump got up and chased me downstairs.
The new arrangement seemed, at first, to be a bit spartan. My new doggy bed was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the playroom downstairs. The door is open into the bedroom but that room is so bloody cold (at least the floor is hard and chilly) that my bed turns out to be very cosy by comparison. So last night, there being no football on the telly, G crashed out around 10:30 and I dropped into the “nest”. So quiet and dark is that room at night that the next thing I know I am being poked by G because he wants to get to play with his computer and I am in the way. Blow me, it was after nine o’clock and I hadn’t moved or whined all night. I was so surprised that I had to stagger up to the lounge and sleep on in the sunshine glow until 10:30.
Then we went out to see Bernie. There was a bit of DIY involving garage door locks and while they played with their screwdrivers, I looked around to see if there was any food left over on the floor from the party last Saturday. Bloody Bernie had been round with the hoover and not a crumb was to be found. We then all went for a long walk in Taninges followed by them having lunch at a little French restaurant. I made friends with a Frenchman who wanted to take me home, but I was alert to that as I had been told that girls should never go home with a frog on the first date. Maybe next time if things get rough here.
Then back to Les Gets where it was raining. G dished out my grub, and as there is footy tonight, it will be a warm evening by the fire. So that’s it. I have had no time to read the papers but I heard G say that the stock-market is crashing again and that the virus has spread from Italy to Switzerland. Maybe it is only a few days away from here in which case I hope they have got enough dog food in store to cover the self-isolation quarantine period. I would hate it if they died and there was not enough food in the cupboard for me.