It hasn’t been the best of weekends around here, I have to say. All this getting up too early and going to bed too late is not good for us four-legses for a start. Neither is being left behind when she goes out every morning.
I used to be able to go with her sometimes… before my boy’s garden gates stopped closing properly… then I didn’t have to sleep sit at home worrying while she was out, wondering if she would come back at all… I mean, she’s always come back so far. Never leaves me too long. But, you never know, do you? Once they are out of sight, anything could happen… and plenty of stuff has been happening around here!
For a start, my boy needed his garden fixing, so the new, heavy wheelchair he had to buy can be safe on the wood. Just a few bits to fix, they said… till they had a look and she started talking about needing to get a lottery, whatever that is. Then my boy phoned up to say he’d had a catastrophe… the kitchen cupboard had fallen down while he was in the living room, scaring him half to death. It hadn’t exactly dropped off the wall… most of the wall was still fastened to the cupboard. She thinks there is a leak up in his roof… and they’ll have to get some more lotterys or a genie, she says. They must be good, ’cause she says she wants one to give to her dentist too…
Meanwhile, I’ve got enough problems at home! I have to guard the house from the postman, the pigeons and from Upstairs Cat, who keeps watching me through the window, as well as keeping an eye on our poorly oto catfish. I thought it had died a couple of times, but it keeps coming back. I’m glad about that… I’d hate her to come home and find it gone. She says it is looking better… but I’m not so sure. That might be wishful thinking.
And she’s still getting uppity about the spring moult. Well, it’s not my fault… and I told her, I won’t feel better for a bath, whatever she says!
So, as we’ve both been a bit stressed, I thought I’d save her one job at least. Instead of asking for a treat at snack time, I’d just go and get one for myself. Frankly, if she’s going to leave the last of the Mother’s Day chocolates in my treat cupboard, how am I to know they are not for me?
So I ended up in the doghouse again. Not that I have one. A doghouse, I mean. It might be nice, but I’m fine with my doorstep, even if some people are now insisting on calling it the Naughty Step… And, if all that wasn’t enough for a small dog to cope with, I’ve suffered the ultimate betrayal this weekend. She came home smelling of cat.
Now, you have to understand, my boy has a lot of cats. None of them are ‘his’. In fact, most of them don’t have any two-legses of their own… or else they flit between homes… but they all come to be fed every day. That’s okay. I can cope with that… even though they are another reason I don’t get to go with her any more. It’s good that he looks after animals. But I can smell the difference between a part-time cat and one that thinks it owns somebody.
This one is different… I can tell by the way it has been weaving itself round her legs and rubbing its face on her feet. She says she just feels sorry for it, ’cause it just lives outside in my boy’s garden. It turned up around Christmas, so they called it Claus, ’cause its claws were too long. Its fur was all matted and it was really thin and scared. So, she started feeding it. Big mistake! And now, it thinks it owns my two-legs!
She says she’s not so much a cat-person, just a creature person. She doesn’t like to see things in trouble. She promises faithfully that she won’t be bringing it home with her and that I needn’t worry. 
She says she still loves me, even if I did eat her chocolates… okay, and the biscuits.
Even so. I think I’ll be on my best behaviour this week… just in case.
If I can manage it…
Much love,
Ani xxx
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Hi Ani. Sounds stressful there. I hope the cat doesn’t try moving in. I know it’s real hard to be good. I mean, they have so many rules… Mummy says trying counts though. Lots of licks, Lilie
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Mine says I am very trying, so I hope that means I’m doing okay 😀 xx
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Well, that must be what she means! What else could she mean, after all? 😉 Lots of licks, Lilie
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I do hope you are right, Lilie 🙂
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Definitely an eventful time!
I can hop onto the wishing for a lottery win train too… Our bathroom door came off and the bottom of the frame is riddled with damp… An expensive thing to fix, but if we don’t, the house could become unstable!
Poor Ani. I’m sure you’ll get your attention soon xx
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That’s what I’m worried about with Nick’s kitchen wall… xx
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I truly understand the worry!
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I can imagine…
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Oh Sweetheart. Treats by proxy if you are allowed.
xxx
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❤ xxx
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Sue, I really like the idea of scarfing up a treat for oneself. Think I will make that a practice.
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I try…but the dog usually gets there first 😉
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I am all for enjoying the biscuits, Ani, (I simply cannot keep my nose out of the biscuit tin!) but you really shouldn’t eat the chocolate! Sounds like your two legs needs a small miracle, don’t you have one lying around somewhere?
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That’s why my two legs doesn’t often buy biscuits… 😉
Wish I did…
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Biscuits are my one weakness too…
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Cheese and dried fruit… and the nice, warm, crusty bread that you are obliged to have to go with it, slathered in best butter…
I don’t often buy bread either 😉
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All the things I love are so bad for me…
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Same here. I can’t get excited about a lettuce ( though slap that in a nice, buttery sandwich… 😉 )
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Now you’re talking…
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Heh 🙂
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Busy and stressful times, Ani. It’s odd how so many things seem to go wrong at the same time. I could do with a lottery to fix the damp problem we have. By the way, the cat who owns me looks exactly like that black cat who is training your two-legs.
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That is not reassuring me at all. I hope my two-legs is not seduced by the dark side 😉 x
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Oh goodness, what a week we’re all having, it seems! ❤ That cupboard falling down would be really scary.
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It is a rather large wall cupboard too…
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Very very scary–it’s a blessing he wasn’t injured ❤
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Thankfully, he was in the other room!
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Yes indeed, poor darling ❤
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so much going on, no wonder about the chocolates…)
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She needs no excuses 😉
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Thanks for sharing, Patty
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Poor you, Ani, it’s a dog’s life. That cupboard falling down must have been really scary. I keep thinking my conservatory is going to fall down on me while I’m studying, too, so I know what it can be like. It’s massive and needs replacing but such is the poverty-stricken life of a student. Fingers crossed for that lucky lottery ticket. And I know what trouble black cats can be, I also have a black cat called Grendel who lives up to his name as a monster. They’re trouble – gorgeous, but trouble, so watch out. I hope your week improves, along with that of your lovely family. 🙂
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Thankfully, the cupboard wasn’t here.. it was at my boy’s house. I’d have had to go hide under her desk!
As to the cats… it’s not the colour that worries me (apart from the fact that she seems to like my coat…) It’s the rest of them 😉
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Ani, I say a girl must find her fun where she can! Love hearing from you!
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She doesn’t mind me finding fun… just chocolates 😉
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Oh dear! Ani does sound stressed 😪 Hope things go back to normal very soon.
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Normality is in short supply around here most of the time 😉
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Same here, although one can hope
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Not sure I fancy it myself 😉
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Yes, it can be boring, but I can’t say I’d want to be in the path of falling kitchen cabinets. Awfully glad your son is ok.
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Now that I could manage without too… I’m glad he wasn’t in there at the time.
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Be good, Ani! 🙂
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(Two-legs falls over laughing…)
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Outrageous! If you let me know where that cat is, Ani, I’ll deal with it for you. Best wishes, Pearly Greyhound xx
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I’d be happy to lend a hand, Pearl 😉 xx
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Oh, Ani, I feels for you. I have to deal with cats too. They think they can sneak into my garden and next door and get away with it. My two legs say I have to protect the little birdies, so I do and does Bently dawg next door. Also this time change is making me and my two legs confused, they sleep bad and if they do I do too. Much paw love from Dante Dawg. xxx
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Yeah, why DO they have to twiddle with clocks? Bodies know what we need better than clocks do! xxx
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I hope things get sorted soon, it is always something, isn’t it?
Had a good laugh over the kitty close up – such a funny photo!
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One thing after another!
Yes, I liked that pic too 😀
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Omg you’re too cute Ani! Thanks for the lowdown, you’re a great watch dog and cat sniffer. That photo of the cat with bulging eyes was hilarious! ❤ xx
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Cat sniffer? oh yes, I’m good at that one 😉 xxx
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Lol Ani! 🙂 xxx
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😀 xxx
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Oh! Ani what a scary week, I bet you enjoyed the chocs … I am not allowed chocs. Keep well you can trust your two legs she is s real gooden as two legs go. I love cats but can understand that you are wary💜
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I’m not allowed them either…that was the problem, Ruby 😉 xx
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I know those two legs get all panicky about us eating them, and mince pies and fruit cake… Yum! But not allowed ..I am sure they mean well. …I am sure they do 💜Ruby 💜
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I know, mine’s the same. Even meaty stuff with onions is off my menu 😦 So unfair when we can smell it all cooking…. ❤
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I know and they even ration my fruit too because it gives me ‘the runs’ that’s stupid because I don’t run much now because of my shoulder 😟
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Two-legs logic… 😦
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Daftness! 😟
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Same thing 😉
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Yup ! 🌹🌹
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The kitty close-up is awesome. 🙂 … Spring always seems to be the season of broken things – when we can least afford to fix them, le sigh … c’est la vie … hope there’s a not-too-expensive fix for Nick’s cupboard.
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She wanted to eat the camera 🙂
Tell me about it! ( Broken front tooth too…)
I have a feeling there is a leak in the roof of his bungalow… or in the plumbing up there. The whole plasterboard wall is wet… 😦
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… that isn’t good. 😦
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It could be better 😉
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I love it when all the kids have been out barking with frenzy and one of them (usually The Duke) runs in and looks at us, like “Hey, don’t you want to come out and bark with us?”
So far, I haven’t but when the weather warms up … maybe I will.
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What I want to know is why, ‘Ready for dinner?’ translates as ‘go outside and bark at every blade of grass that moves while I get your dinner ready…’ 😉
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Oh, Ani. You know she loves you best. Top dog is what they say, not top cat.
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There is that… and there are still treats too 😉
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Thank you for sharing, Traci x
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An enjoyable read, Sue. I love Ani’s stories. ❤
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She gives me plenty to share, Carol 😉 x
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Ani, you are the cutest dog ever. Time for a new book.
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I keep telling her that… she says ‘soon’ 😉
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