Buried my head under my paw and looked at her with one eye.
Seriously?
Are you going away again?
You just got back.
No worries Fudgie, she said.
We’re going to the farm and you’re coming with us.
Alpha’s Dad is turning 80 years old.
My woggledy whiskers! 80 years old. Sjoe.
That’s ancient hey?
Indeedy, said Mom, so you better appreciate it when he plays ball with you.
Off we went.
Alpha, Mom, Luan and me.
Luckily my baskie fits nicely on the backseat of the big car.
This demarcates my space and Luan cannot hog the whole seat – like he used to.
We drove and drove.
Always forget how far the farm is.
Snoozed most of the way – except for the bit where Luan drove.
Then mom shared my hairy back seat and we both kept an eye on the road.
After a very long time we stopped.
Looked at mom – are we there then?
Erm… not quite Fudges.
We’re stopping to say hello to Herman.
Herman appeared and we shared a slobber and a lick or two.
Then off we went.
Only to stop again a few minutes later.
Are we there yet?
Erm… nope Fudgie-wena.
We are stopping to collect Chris.
He’s sick and needs a lift from boarding school.
Collect Chris?
Like yah – where’s he going to sit then?
Mom looked at me a bit skeef.
You’re going to have to squish up a tad- right?
Chris arrived with his stuff – books and bags – nothing tasty smelling.
He squidged himself into the middle bit.
I cozied up to him.
Actually had no choice – my boy Luan was pretty cozy too.
Chunky chop bones but Chris could bark.
Almost better than me.
He talked funny too and made snorting noises.
Poor boy really was ill.
Considered uncozy-upping but there was no room to move.
Eventually we got to the farm and decanted from the car.
Took me a while to uncrinkle myself.
Was nice to see all the family and Bella and Zorro again.
We had no fights this time.
A happy 80th birthday was had.
We had delicious cakes.
Do you know…Granma had stocked up on carrots specially for me.
How kind.
Shame – she was sick too.
Bark, snort, bark.
We’re home now and it’s Luan’s turn to bark.
