Am pleased to report that my life is now back to normal.
Alpha came home from Cape Town – smelling of our puppy I might add. Neither Mom nor I were terribly impressed to have missed out giving her snuggles and slobbers.
We went walking on Sunday morning. If a walk could be barking boring… then it was. Nothing exciting happened. No snacks to growl at, no hyenas to cringe from. (Alpha says Mom is crazy. It’s not a hyena – it’s a large dog with a slopey back. Mom and I think it’s a hyena and we stay far away from it.)
Come to think of it, that irritating little pipe dog did not even have his usual yap.
We went straight home.
I wolfed down my sausage and pellets for brekkers and then charged outside and surveyed them whilst they ate their breakfast. Had a little whinge.
“Fudges!” said Mom – a bit on the outraged side. “You’ve just had a walk. Nobody is going to play ball with you now.”
Looked at her with what I fondly image are my flinty eyes… “Why ever not?”
Obviously did not work because no ball was played at that time.
Later on Alpha got out my footie and pumped it up.
Mom shrieked. “Oi! Stay away from the poppies.”
Looked around. Poppies? I don’t see any Poppies? No Poppies here. Checked down the garden path to see that I had not missed out on anybody arriving. (Mom calls the young ladies at Alpha’s work the Poppies.)
Nobody.
Mom giggled. “Not those sort of poppies you ridiculous hound. My flower poppies.”
Ahhh… yes. I’m not allowed to cavort in that bit of the garden. True. But sometimes the ball goes in there all by itself – then I am obliged to fetch it out again. Usually it’s her daisy bush that she whinges about.
Alpha and I played footie without killing any of the poppies. Mom heaved a sigh of relief.
The rest of the day Mom spent plakking bits of stuff on a table and Alpha was measuring things and muttering.
I lounged around, playing ball with my own self on and off, moaning a bit when I felt I had been ignored for too long.
This morning Alpha went to work in his own car and we went for a walk.
Yup – all is back to normal.
As told to Ginny Stone
