How are you all? I am Very Well and so is Poppy (although she is still naughty- of course).
We have had an Eventful Week. Mum and Dad abandoned us. I knew it was coming because I watched The Bags being brought downstairs and got that sinking feeling that every dog and cat knows when their people are about to abandon them. I have told mine lots of times that I don't like it when they go away. I really thought I had made the point sufficiently well last time for them to understand (I cried all night long and kept my Boy awake) and that they wouldn't do it again. Clearly, I was WRONG.
Poppy and I went to stay with Grannie and our Westie cousins (Dylan and Dougal) and my Boy came with us. Before Mum and Dad left, I made certain to lie right in the middle of doorways looking disconsolate staring at the wall. It didn't work. Dad just said oh dear Teddy and ruffled my head before stepping over me and Mum told me to man up! Can you believe it?!
I spent the first night crying in Grannie's kitchen (until she came downstairs and asked me to stop). On the second night I only cried a little bit, but on the third I trod on a dying wasp and it stung my paw and boy did it hurt! I sat on Grannie's lap (on the sofa- don't tell Dad) with a blown up paw and cried and cried and shook and shivered. I was so beside myself I couldn't even eat supper and said no thank you very politely to Grannie in a small, sad voice when she brought me my biscuits.
My boy texted Mum in Ireland to tell her about the sting and the Supper Refusal but it was still another day before they came home!
When they got back I decided the best way to show how cross I was about them going was to continue my hunger strike. Dad didn't notice at all so that would have been hopeless except luckily Mum was there, because, as we all know, Mums notice absolutely everything. This can sometimes be annoying, like when you've accidentally caught a pigeon and don't know what to do with it and there are tell-tale feathers in your beard, or when there is Something Interesting dead in the verge but you aren't allowed to stop and sniff it.because Mum knows you'll also try and roll in it.
She asked Dad to sit with me and give me a reassuring cuddle while she carried on making their supper. Dad said will that work? in a sceptical sort-of voice but Mum just smiled and said yes in a knowing sort-of voice that made me determined that it wouldn't.
I was enjoying the attention and worse still my tummy was starting to rumble terribly and I really thought I was going to give in and start eating. I had just strengthened my resolve to hold out at least till morning when Poppy, who had gulped her food down in one go (because she never worries about anything), appeared and started nosing about my bowl making I'm going to eat this if you don't type noises. Well I wasn't prepared to carry the point into ridiculous territory was I? So I made a small growl, licked Dad's noise and quickly ate my supper. I was quite hungry by then.
I have now fully recovered from being abandoned and am back to shouting at the postman, and anyone else who comes within barking range and eating whatever's put in front of me straight away. I'm confident that this time, I have made my point clearly and there will be no further abandonings.
After all that was out the way, we went out running with Mum, who did her second 10k this week after a couple of runs without us in Ireland. Dad was competing in the Skibbereen Adventure Race in Western Cork- it took him nearly FIVE HOURS to run, cycle and canoe the course and Mum was convinced he'd splatted himself on the roads, which are very lumpy bumpy and full of hills. Mum was marshalling so she enjoyed watching and encouraging the athletes and as a result, wasn't too exhausted to enjoy her Murphys in the pub that night :o) Dad is half Irish and his family come from Western Cork which Mum says is the most beautiful place on Earth. She fell in love with Dad's cousin's puppy while she was there. She said it looked just like Pop and that she was tempted to bring it home. I am glad she didn't because I think we'll all agree that one Poppy is enough, frankly.
Pop has a special harness everyone calls her Bra for when we go running. This is to protect her neck because she is Eager and likes to rush about in front. Mum suddenly announced on her return from Ireland that she's brought me a harness too, because I get distracted on runs and like to stop for a wee or a poo or to sniff interesting smells and she's worried about my neck getting wrenched. I am in two minds about this. On the one paw, I always try to put my head through Poppy's bra (harness) before she can, and have wanted one of my own for ages. On the other, I am very much afraid that everyone will call my harness a Bra too. Can you imagine the mortification? Imagine if we're going running with friends and Mum calls out Ted! It's time to put your Bra on. I am in a slight sweat of dread about the whole thing. Can I ask you, my dearest Bloggy Pals, to encourage her not to tease me about it, please, and just to call it a harness and not Ted's Bra?
Anyway, that's about all the news from here. The badgers have dug up a bee or wasps nest by the side of the lane. It's miles underground so how on earth they knew it was there Lord only knows. Poppy has just got into trouble for trying to eat a bee and Mum says can I tell you all that she did her first proper Yoga class yesterday and as a result can not lift her arms up today :o) We hope you are all well.
Lots of Love,