Diarist, Author and mischief-maker, Judy Good-Dog |
December 28th : I am strutting down my Old Retainer's drive keeping a leery eye
open for the appearance of that smelly hound next door when Rosie and her owner
pass by. Untruthfully, I wag my tail in
greeting at her, but it is only the doggy treat that I know her owner has in
her pocket that interests me. However,
I can only get to wag number three before I am dragged by my Old Retainer (OR)
down the street for my walk at a pace that was unbecoming and certainly far in
excess of any speed that my OR can reasonably expect to maintain without the
severe possibility of apoplexy on his part.
(Query : will Chippie, the
hound next door, be available for his putting in his place this afternoon I
wonder?)
(Note to Self :
investigate all that stuff in OR's spare room because I suspect that he and his
Trainee are up to something and my time here may be cut short.)
December 29th : I was right! After my
walk yesterday I was bundled into my basket, put in the travel cage and thence
into the car. It was a long journey and
I had to amuse myself with the shape of the passing clouds, the appalling
colour scheme of a car we passed and the prospect of new adventures.
(Memo : must instruct
OR on the need to consider every blade of grass during the
course of an adventure.)
We are now here at the
holiday cottage. Good! At least I’ll have another opportunity to
sort out that Black Labrador across the road.
The Trainee Retainer keeps on complaining that the place is cold. I could not agree more and I decide to settle into my basket with my duvet.
December 30th : Leisurely morning reading the Daily Telegraph. A stroll down to the sea front and back,
followed by a late morning snooze which is rudely interrupted by the arrival of
Lord and Lady H. Nevertheless, I make
them especially welcome, but get nothing for my pains.
Port Mulgrave |
(Note to self : must
remind OR to instruct his visitors to have doggy treats with them at all
times.)
Lord and Lady H stay for lunch. Then more travelling - but to the shops this time. Of course I am left unceremoniously in the car park. What a relief that Rosie, Chippie, Meg, Soda, Gem, Anna and that flea-ridden piece of mange at the bottom of the street at home are not able to witness my abandonment. However, I rise above my deplorable situation by feigning guard duty. My dignity is saved, eventually, by the return of my OR and we are off again, travelling. Back at the cottage I stretch out on the best rug in the best room and watch my OR and his Trainee dashing in and out. I also find, to my surprise and without any prior consultation, that Lord and Lady H are staying for the duration - so that's two more waifs to guard for goodness knows how long.
Lord and Lady H stay for lunch. Then more travelling - but to the shops this time. Of course I am left unceremoniously in the car park. What a relief that Rosie, Chippie, Meg, Soda, Gem, Anna and that flea-ridden piece of mange at the bottom of the street at home are not able to witness my abandonment. However, I rise above my deplorable situation by feigning guard duty. My dignity is saved, eventually, by the return of my OR and we are off again, travelling. Back at the cottage I stretch out on the best rug in the best room and watch my OR and his Trainee dashing in and out. I also find, to my surprise and without any prior consultation, that Lord and Lady H are staying for the duration - so that's two more waifs to guard for goodness knows how long.
(Memo : have
overheard a conversation between Lord H and OR about putting a Kitty
together. Must find the cat. Even more
intriguing, must determine how they managed to break the animal in the first
place!)
Evening spent by the fire as
the four waifs went out, presumably to eat as there was no kitchen activity and
therefore no tasty titbits in my dog-bowl.
I do wish the OR would keep me informed about such changes in routine -
how can I possibly be expected to maintain my diet and figure otherwise.
December 31st :
Stroll into town today.
Regrettably there were no other canines that needed to be informed of my
status. Equally regrettable, there were
no other canines to impress with my sleek coat, lithe figure, beautifully
shaped patches and matching collar! But
there was more conversation about this dratted Kitty.
A lot of frenzied activity
in the kitchen this afternoon with Lady H and the Trainee rushing
about. Also a lot of talk about a large
porker. First a cat to find and now a
pig! I decide that discretion is the
better part of valour and retreat to the fireside.
Oneself, beating a hasty retreat |
The
waifs are busy eating in the dining room so I have been able to conduct a
thorough and detailed search of the cottage.
Have not been able to find the cat.
Also, have noticed that there are no feeding bowls for the cat and have
come to the conclusion that the cat must have been put back together again and
shown the door. Still not able to
locate the pig. Have a theory that I
should be able to find it soon as it will need to use the lavatory - so am
mounting a constant guard outside the bathroom door. It really is a dog's life!
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