“I’m just nipping to the shop,” she says. Good… it’s nice out there! Had a long run early this morning … it was all frosty and golden and there were loads of birds….and then there was the lunchtime run… which I managed to extend a bit… there was a pheasant… But hey, outside is fun. “Won’t be long, whirly girl” she says…won’t be long???? “Be good.”
As if that’s going to happen…she leaves me here when she could take me? Me, who is standing up all excited by the leash drawer… Yeah, right.
And just ‘cause she brought us cheese doesn’t make it any better either, whatever she thinks. I might forgive her in a bit though… about tea-time, probably.
I took it out on Bear. Mind you, I might have gone a bit far… haven’t had Bear a day yet… well, hadn’t, I suppose… more past tense…. Though the present is pretty tense too as she goes round collecting stuffing…and reclaiming the recycling… Honest, I thought she’d left it for me to play with…Apparently that wasn’t the idea…
I played dead when she came in… thought it might distract her. Didn’t work. Might have been the tail. It has a mind of its own and thumps when she comes home. I still got a, “what have you done?” and the ears went straight down. Can’t help it. I suppose it is what she calls reacting. She says you’re supposed to act instead. I was trying! I thought I was doing a really good dead-dog! Oscar material!
She brought Bear home from town yesterday. He
squeaks squeaked and smelled of pet shops. It took me ages to read him with my nose! But it only took me a couple of minutes to learn his name. I know all my toys names. She fetched another squeaky thing too… same colour as her fur. I’m not sure about squeakies… they are fine when I’m in control, but ever since the ferret looked at me and squeaked I’ve been a bit wary of ‘em. I’d been shaking it for ages too… didn’t make a sound. Then she got hold of it and it looked me in the eye and squeaked. Made me jump! Unexpected things throw me a bit and I get suspicious. Not keen on it at all.
It was all a misunderstanding, of course. She went to the big shop in the car… not the little one I can go to. I wait outside there at the railings and people say nice things to me. If I’m really lucky she fetches some of those sweet things I’m not allowed… but she usually gives me one anyway… little pink things that are all sugary. But that’s beside the point. I’d got it wrong. It wasn’t leash time.
So unstuffing Bear was a bit unfair of me really. Now she has to restuff him and do stuff with the sharp, shiny thingy. She will too. She’s not a bad sort. I might just go give her a cuddle to cheer her up.
P.S. I’m still saving for the automatic tennis ball launcher … if you haven’t seen my book yet, have a look 🙂