If she doesn't have a good hour's run off the lead of a morning she is liable to become disruptive, which usually takes the form of raiding upstairs or chewing the nearest shoe/ newspaper/ toy/ Teddy.
On Saturday morning she came with me first thing to check the sheep and ran up and down the Down, then in the afternoon she had another good scamper about in the forest with Ted and her four doggy cousins, while my nieces practiced Judo Moves on M which ended with him lying on his back on the wet earth.....
Sunday, M took her and Ted out for an hour across the fields, and this morning she had her hour's run through the woods and along the footpaths.
My point in recounting Poppy's Recent Exercise Regime is to demonstrate that she has not been without opportunity to run about to her heart's content during the last three days. (and while we're on that subject I would like to share with you all that I, CT, ran FIVE MILES with my husband on Saturday afternoon. Well, OK, I ran most of five miles, I did walk a little bit of it. Given that my regular runs are about two miles I felt Very Saintly Indeed afterwards, although admittedly the plus points for fat-busting were probably cancelled out by the large G&T and two packets of crisps I ate while waiting for steak, chips and chocolate to arrive).
Anyhoo, I left Pop gratifyingly sound asleep on her bed beside Teddy this morning while I went off to eat cake with my friend Mrs M.
When I got back an hour later, however, this was the scene that met my eyes...
One chucked about and eviscerated bed.
Who on earth could have done that? I wondered.
Not me, said Teddy anxiously.
In fact, it only needed one glance at Poppy for her to run immediately to the back door and out into the garden. An admission of guilt if ever I saw one.
It took a while to collect all the bits of stuffing, shove them back inside the bed, sweep the floor and restore the bed to its rightful corner. When I straightened up I got the distinct impression I was being watched. I turned round. Guess who I saw.....?
SITTING ON THE TABLE!!!!
As Bold As Brass,
JRs have absolutely no sense of shame whatsoever.