She says she’s not talking to me anymore.

She may not have noticed that’s a bit contradictory… I won’t tell her. She’s upset enough as it is. She’s wandering round muttering things like, “Might have ruddy known…” and making little growly sounds like Hrmph!

Well, she started it, letting me write on here… is it my fault my posts do better than hers? I am, of course, much more photo-whatsit than she is… my pics are much prettier! ‘Course, she hasn’t told my boy yet that my post has done better than his post too…. Well, he was only talking about possums or some such… something like that anyway. I don’t know about possums…

I’m not sure the ball guy will be best pleased either… Not when he sees “Notes from a Small Dog” is outselling all their books…. Still a long way from the automatic tennis ball launcher though, people…

Mind, they have put me in their new book , so it ought to be good…. What can I say? Hehehe

‘Course, she did say something about it being a bit weird that all the searches seem to be for ‘dog xxx’… not sure what that means really…but she snorted and hrmphed a fair bit… she doesn’t seem impressed…

Mind you, she hasn’t been all that pleased with me since I pulled the curtains down the other day. I was only protecting her car from that black and white beastie that seems to think it can make itself at home anywhere… Cheek of the thing! Always sits up too high for me to reach too… it’s not daft, that cat. Or it sits on the doorstep. I can smell it through the air vent… oh yes… one of these days….

…. And there was the incident with the pie the same day… Honest, I was only cleaning up for her! How was I supposed to know she was planning on eating it herself? Just left it there in the kitchen… all alone… And when I buried the remains under the cushion she seemed to think that made it worse…

We sat down then and had a long talk. My ears were down for ages… ‘Specially when she brought the turkey incident back up….maybe borrowing the whole turkey was a bit much really…. Don’t suppose she’ll leave the fridge door ajar this Christmas….

So I’m sort of on my best behaviour today… nothing at all to do with the beef stew she’s been cooking for hours… Is it nearly dinner-time?

‘Course, that’s not how it goes, is it? Not really. Doesn’t matter what I do, she still feeds me and shares the good stuff… and though I make a few…erm… mistakes…. I look after her too. Not for the treats and tennis balls… it’s just what you do, isn’t it?

‘Cept with cats….

That is a different ball game altogether…

Not that I’d know what to do with it if I caught it… but I’m sure I’d work it out…

Much love,

Ani xxx