I’m in the doghouse.

I made her squeal yesterday, then I forgot and did it again today.

I’m not quite sure what the problem is, but you really don’t want to use her belly as a launch pad to chase cats, not just at present. Not if you have ears as sensitive as mine anyway. Just a friendly warning there…

She’s been weird. Well, weirder than usual, let’s say. I knew something was going on when she took me to stay with Gooch and Hardy. Not that I have a problem with staying over, I like playing with the guys. But she didn’t come and get me, someone had to bring me home.

Then she smelled all funny. I investigated, of course. It is my duty. She’d been leaking. That explained a lot. I thought I’d better look after her.

There were no walks though. So I was really happy when she got the lead out this morning. She sat down and talked to me for a while after she put it on, but I was just too excited to listen. I miss our walks. So we had a wander down the lane. Well, she wandered, I just dived from side to side exploring again. She let me investigate the stream a bit too. And all the flowers.

So I’ve done a lot of cuddling this week. She goes to sleep on the sofa with me, which is nice. She’s usually too busy. I’ve warmed her feet, and even wrapped myself round her neck like a scarf. I’ve not tried to play fetch much, and she’d been getting really good at fetching things too. It won’t take me long to train her again though.

She nearly frightened me out of my skin the other day, mind you.

The box thingy in the corner has been silent so long that it made me jump when it lit up and noises came out of it. I’d forgotten about that. It seems useful though, she goes to sleep as soon as she turns it on, apparently. It must be magic.

She was a bit of a spoilsport about the mud this morning though. It was really smelly too… ah well, I can’t complain.

I can usually get her to do stuff if I go about it in the right way. Like when I want an extra cuddle before she goes to bed. I worked out when I was really little that she always comes and says goodnight before bed and strokes me. If I’m quick I can catch the sleeve of the fluffy thing, then her hand is already in my fur. Sneaky, of course, but she likes it. No matter what she says.

She got up before the birds this morning, so the grass was all wet and sparkly. She must be about ready for a sleep again. But before I settle down with her, and speaking of birds… I just spotted an invader, and, as a good bird dog, I must do my duty….you wouldn’t believe the nerve of these things…in my garden..

Much love,

Ani x