I hope things are going well up there at the North Pole. I’m getting a bit worried here. When she came home, finally, from another of her trips, we were sat cuddling and sharing her dinner on the sofa and she was talking about Christmas. She was really tired, says she’s almost driven to the North Pole and back the past few days so I might be worrying about nothing. Maybe she was just too tired.
I mean, she’d had to mop up half a fish tank full of water when she got in. It’s still leaking and she’s still saying bad words. And then she had to bury one of the fish… or what was left of it anyway. So she was feeling a bit glum. Maybe that’s why she said it. She said Christmas is best for young ones… and then she said maybe she was ‘getting too old for this’! Do you think she meant too old for Christmas? I’m hoping she just meant the mopping.
It doesn’t sound like anything she’d usually say! She isn’t normally bothered by anything as daft as years… says we are all still pups inside and would be the better for letting our insides out to play… or something like that. She thinks a lot of two-legses forget about letting their inner pup enjoy getting into adventures.
I got into lots of adventures when I was a pup. I still do, but these days they are all called ‘trouble’. It’s weird that… I’m not doing anything different, but two-legses smile at little pups, even when they are gardening where they shouldn’t… but they aren’t so pleased when you do the same things as a growed-up dog. Maybe that’s what she meant?
Well, as far as I’m concerned, I’m still a pup inside…even if certain people can’t see that…or are too tired to feel like pups themselves. And I like Christmas…and turkey…and cheese and stuff. She should probably just curl up and sleep for a bit. It’s what I do when I’m tired, but she just sighs and does the yawny thing. These two-legses don’t seem to listen very well to their bodies, do they?
I think, p’raps I should just go and sit on her for a bit. It usually stops her running round… even if she does say things about the size of my rump these days.
I’ve only grown on the outside though. Inside, I’m still the same small dog she brought home all those years ago and the world is still full of wonder and adventures.
I hope it stays that way too. For both of us.