No, I am not ill, no matter what she might think. I just like to keep her on her toes a bit.
You know what she’s like, into all this sickology stuff. I thought I’d have a go at it too. She’s always going on about how easy it is to fall into habits and such… so I thought I should put her theories to the test. Give her a taste of her own flea tablets, you know?
So, not only did I not eat my own dinner, I didn’t eat hers either. Or the bit of cheese she offered me. That made her stop and think. To be fair, I’d already had some fish and some treats, so I wasn’t really all that hungry… thought I’d save it for later… You’ve no idea how uppity she can get when she treads on cold, buttered toast in the dark…
Anyway, she gets all concerned about me not eating. Even left the fridge open again… I think she was tempting me. Still, if she was, then ‘good girlie, Ani‘ doesn’t make a lot of sense. I got more cuddles though and that’s always good.
So I tried something else. I let her groom me without wriggling. I even let her put the flea stuff on my back. I haven’t got any…nasty, itchy things that they are, I’m told… but the boy has got a cat, and the cat has a cat flap and an automatic feeder… and all the neighbourhood strays have found it, she says. So she’s not taking any chances. She came back from the boys’ house fair reeking of flea stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised if she de-fleas the fish next!
Where was I? Yes, so no wriggling. That unnerved her a bit too. She started wandering around with those squiggly lines between her eyes. You can tell when she’s getting worried. Then, when I came in first time she called, “You sure you’re not poorly, Ani-girl?”
Even worse,”Are you finally getting trained?” Well, one of us is….
Heh. I was having fun. Trouble is, I ended up putting myself in a bit of a dilemma.
You see, it was dustbin night. She has to have the recycling stuff put out for six in the morning, so she usually puts it out late at night. If she remembers. Well, she didn’t, not until late, so off she waltzes near midnight, in dressing gown and slippers, to take the bin out. All well and good. She shuts me in the house so she can unlock the back gate while she does it. I heard her lock it again before I came in… then she let me out into the garden for late night necessities.
It is dark in our back garden. Really dark. I watched her go back to work, then realised that she might have locked the lock, but the gate was not closed properly. Well, could you resist?
I’ll draw a veil over what happened next, ’cause it would only worry her if she thought I’d been out on my own… She must have looked for me outside, ’cause if I don’t come in, I generally stand at the door waiting for the ball. I wasn’t there, so she closed the door thinking I’d come in and gone to bed, ’cause that is my habit.
Serves her right for making assumptions…
About one in the morning, I thought it was time for bed. Good job she was working late…though I always get a cuddle before she goes to bed, so she’d have noticed sooner or later. I had to scratch the window to let her know I was there. She jumped! “Ani!”she says, “What have you been up to? Daft dog, why didn’t you come in?”
I thought it best to throw the ball for her…distract her a bit… so I got my cuddle and went to bed without having to tell her anything.
Then this morning, she opens the back door and goes to make my breakfast. I did what I had to do, even though the grass was cold and wet, then threw the ball for her. I like to stand and wait for her to fetch it. It’s good for her.
“If you think I’m going out there barefoot in the rain to chase a ball, Ani-girl, you are very much mis….ohmygod!” She dashes out in the rain, barefoot, dressing gown flying. The ball had landed by the locked-but-wide-open back gate, which she shut really quick! Then she came and snuggled me with loads of ‘Good girlie, Ani’s.
It wasn’t till later, when she’d had a cup of that coffee stuff she likes so much, that the brain started working… then it was, “Hang on a minute… Ani?!?”
I thought it best to beat a retreat ’bout then and hid under the table. If all else fails, I’ll plead innocence…
Or insanity…
But either way, it just goes to show that these habit things can get you in an awful lot of trouble when you don’t pay enough attention… it certainly woke her up!
Mind, I’m not sure about all this muttering and running round with screwdrivers an’ stuff.
Wonder what she’s up to?
Much love,
Ani xxx
P.S. Don’t forget to send me your letters to Santa!
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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A very good read.
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Ani says thank you 🙂
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Oh Ani!!!
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Heh 😀
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😀
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That’s just made my day. 🙂
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She makes most of mine 😀
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😄
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Daft as she is Ani, she is your human. Make allowances for her eccentricities… 😉 x
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I do try… but she’s a bit weird, you know 😉 xx
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😉 x
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Bet she’ll take more notice for a while. Lots of licks, Lilie
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She will too, Lilie 🙂 xx
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Big Smile I have 🙂
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Ani has that effect 😉
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Ani says thank you 🙂 x
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Living with you must be a riot, Ani!
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I does my best 😉 x
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They like to keep us on our toes, don’t they? We’ve been having a bout of this too. I might write about it now the panic is over.
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They do… there is nothing like a four-legs to keep two on the move 🙂 x
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Sometimes I wonder what we’d talk about if we didn’t have the four-legs.
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I’m sure we’d manage …but it wouldn’t be half as much fun 🙂
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Deadly boring.
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ani, she is not like the others, you must be patient with her quirks, and she does only have 2 feet to work with, after all –
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A two-legs with issues…that’s all I need 😉 xxx
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Love it! Reblogged at http://campbellsworld.wordpress.com
Very worrying when doggies donât do their routine.
Shame for making your human worry!
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🙂 She is very good at keeping me on my toes 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very good! Ani unchained! LOL
And the image with the glasses is fantastic, too.Seems next she will take the seat of Theresa May. LOL
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She could do no worse than its current occupant 😉 xx
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Sounds like quite a night. I’m so glad Ani is willing to throw the ball for you, Sue. 🙂
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She is an indefatigable ball-thrower… though I have a feeling it is supposed to be the other way around…
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A great read, and such cute pictures. 🙂
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She has such an expressive face 🙂
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I love the tone of this tale! 🙂 What a mischievous little madam! “I like to stand and wait for her to fetch it. It’s good for her.” That gave me a laugh! :’) Hilarious photos, too!
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I have known a good many dogs, but never one with such a speaking face… and never one who throws the ball herself then waits, grinning and poised, for ME to go fetch it 😀
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Ani was a good girl to come back, but it must have given you a shock to see that gate open the next morning.
I love Ani’s wild-eyed look in the photos! 🙂
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You’ve never seen a dishevelled, half-dressed madwoman move as fast as when I saw that! Thank goodness we live in a village with fields and not busy roads…
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Yes, I can imagine the panic. Thank goodness Ani was ok 🙂
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I couldn’t believe she just sat and looked at the ball in the open gateway next morning!
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OMG,scary!
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Very…
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The trick is to push it to with your nose, or the other end, so the humans don’t notice. 😀
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Hmm… I’ll have to try that one 😉
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Bonnie used the old “I think I won’t eat tonight” thing … but these days, with crazy-ass Duke who will eat anything that doesn’t eat him first, she has given it up and just chows down. To the last piece of kibble. Competition has improved her attitude 🐶
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Apparently Ani does the same when she goes to stay with her friends too 🙂
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My Silver play the not eating game however our Moon eats hers and his so he doesn’t do that so much now. Ani is a good girl so she wouldn’t do any thing to worry you.
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I fell over laughing at that last bit! ‘Good’ takes on a whole new dimension with Ani 😉
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I thought you would get a laugh out of that. “Good” according to Ani might be different from the traditional take on what it means.
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I rather think it might be 😉
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🙂
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Lots of smiles and chuckles with this one, Ani. You are indeed a crafty and occasionally sneaky dog. Does your two-legged know you play her sometimes?
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I think she may have noticed…but never in time 😉 xxx
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Awww… ❤️
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🙂
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Ani, you are such a funny, crafty little girl. You really know how to worry your two-legs and get those hugs.
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The hugs are the easy bit. She said she had boy pups…sons…so she is not too easy to fool… sometimes 😉
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Sue, love your Ani posts! Gives me a smile! The photos are priceless. Almost as if she posed for you! Ani, look innocent, now insane! Quite a wonderful dog! 🐶 Christine
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She really is a wonderful creature, Christine… but she doesn’t pose…doesn’t stay still long enough… that is just my Ani in action 🙂
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Oh my gosh Ani, you are quite the trickster. But I love the way you tell a story. Who can resist you! ❤ Yes, yes, I've made myself a note beside my round 'tuit'. I must get you something to give to Santa ❤
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That would be awesome, Debby 😀
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My two legs have a gate problem too. Their next-door neighbour, who I don’t know so well yet. Although I escaped into her house, twice. he he. Sometimes her relations leave our gate open and then there is lots of stomping by my two legs to get it shut. I never stray so I can get all the fusses and treats for being such a good boy, Much paw love to you Ani, Dante Dawg. xxx
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Hey Dante…bet you’d have a wander here with all the fields and owls and rabbits and such. It does panic her though… xxx
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I know they panic when I’m eating things they say I shouldn’t. I love em tho so because of that I behave, most of the time. he he he much paw love to you Ani. xxx
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Yeah, I try and behave too, Dante… just doesn’t always work…. xxx
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Oh, Ani, this made us howl so much. Our human Hugh says when you say ‘Screwdrivers’ do you mean the liquid ones? If so, shaken or stirred? He’ll be around for one, but can he have his with crisps and not cold buttered toast, please? 😀
Lots of barks,
Toby & Austin
xx
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Hey guys! She said that might have been a better idea than the one she tried …and you’d all, always, be welcome 🙂 xxx
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