Greetings, friends. Long time no woof.
I apologise for my absence but I have been very busy of late keeping control of Poppy and simply haven't had time to put paw to keyboard.
How are you all? I hope everyone is keeping well? Poppy and I are feeling the cold, despite being Rather Woolly. This morning it even snowed. A handful of flakes. Poppy made a rude comment about me being more yellow than white at present and therefore unable to vanish seemlessly into a snowscape, which I though Rather Unnecessary, but then we all know what she's like.
In the event it didn't prove applicable because it never settled. I do have one silver leg at the moment, because I rolled in fox poo on Monday and had a Isolated Leg Shampoo in deference to the temperature, but perhaps we won't get too close to that.
Today, I have been out Patrolling The Garden for illegal visitors.
I checked under the holly thoroughly but there was no one there. I found a hedgehog there once so you never know. When I had completed my Security Patrol, I stood at the back door and issued my I want to come inside now bark. I have trained Mum well; she came almost immediately and opened the door for me. (Incidentally, I am not responsible for the crack in the glass, that was a table's fault, in case you were wondering. Or possibly Poppy's, which seems more likely).
There were no illegal visitors in the garden today, just birds.
Last night we did have a visitor inside the house. Mum was making the fire when a honeybee appeared out of the log pile, all sleepy and covered in fluff. Pop wanted to help by licking the bee but Mum wouldn't let her. Instead, Mum picked the bee up and took it into the kitchen to give it some honey. It ate and ate and ate. It must have been starving. It ate for so long Mum wondered how she was going to get anything done at all. Dad rang in the middle and laughed when Mum told him she couldn't get on with anything much because she had a hungry bee on her hand. Dad is used to Mum being caught up in animal rescues in the summer but it doesn't often happen in the winter.
In the end she moved it back onto the log pile and gave it some more honey there. We don't know what happened to it after that because we fell asleep by the fire and by the time we woke up it was bed time and we'd forgotten all about it.
Yesterday, we had a small amount of excitement when we met two the dogs on our walk. This doesn't happen often so Pop and I raced ahead to wag tails and sniff noses. When Mum caught up the lady who had the dogs was wrapped up in some impressively complicated dog knitting because her two were on leads and we'd all wound ourselves round her.
She said to Mum: Mine's on heat, she thought her lucky day had come, to which Mum replied: I'm afraid she'd have been in for a disappointment: Ted's a eunuch.
I've no idea what any of this meant but Poppy told me afterwards she thought it was a joke about sheep, because I am small and white and woolly. Although what is funny about a female sheep's neck I don't know (good enough to be a Dad Joke, that one). Anyway.
Not much more news from here apart from to say that I am embracing Hygge, because as you know I am a On Trend type of Dog and more importantly I like feeling cosy, warm and comfortable...
...so in that vein, lots of sleeping ahead....
Best regards as always,