It has been a while, I know, but I have been busy with the run up to Christmas, looking after Poppy and guarding my Boy, you know how it is. However, this afternoon I had a spot of spare time so thought I'd drop you all a line.
It is not-quite four o'clock in the afternoon here and it is almost dark.
This morning, we had a nice scamper through the fields. We got stared at by a load of Curious Cows.
Poppy didn't like it very much and she woofed at them.
Yesterday, we went out running. The last time I went to the V.E.T (suffering the double indignity of being weighed and of my weight being shouted out right in front of all the other dogs and some cats), the V.E.T told Mum it wasn't good for me to run eight miles over the fields anymore. She intimated that I was too old! I ask you! Mum sensibly told her that whenever I don't want to do something I make it very plain (like sitting down in the road when mum suggests a road run, or giving people my Paddington Stare, or ignoring Dad when he's calling me to come in at night until he goes purple and can't shout any more because his throat hurts), so if I didn't want to run across the fields she was certain I would tell her. The V.E.T looked sceptical at this and repeated that I was too old to go running and it was bad for me, even though in the next breath she told Mum what good shape I was in for my age. Mum and I decided the best thing to do was to ignore her, so yesterday, Poppy and I went for a 7 mile run with Mum and her friend Abi who is a super-speedy runner who also loves dogs. We had great fun running over the fields, along country lanes, through deep, dark woods and chasing pheasants until they exploded into the air, and I wasn't one bit tired when we got home, so the silly V.E.T got it all wrong.
There is a builder upstairs at the moment. He is very nice, he is a Dog Person and he gives me and Pop lots of cuddles, but he has an unfortunate Christmas Music Habit, so I am forced to stare at the back door until Mum realises I can't take it any more and lets me outside.
I was also hoping to find an apple on the lawn.
With enough Determined Staring, Mum eventually got the message and opened the door for me...
No apples (the one I found last night and brought indoors to eat had a slug in it. Mum discovered it making its way very slowly across the sitting room carpet and had to put it out in the garden. She wasn't Very Pleased), but I did find a fat ball that the birds had dropped....
I ate it quickly because Poppy has a special radar for other people's food, which, coupled with her complete lack of manners means she often seizes interesting things that I have found and eats them so fast I can't say or do anything. I hope I don't get indigestion now.
Who's that I can hear?
Too late! After sniffing the crumbs she decided she wanted to be back inside by the radiator so she took herself off....
When I went back indoors and told her about the fat ball, she stuck her tongue out at me. Which is more or less all you need to know about Poppy. She is very rude.
Dad has been away in Paris working this week. I asked him not to take any yellow high vis for when he went running, just in case. As a result, I have had no one to stare at, so when he got home last night, even though it was Very Late Indeed, I got some staring in and so now I am feeling a lot better. I am planning to do some more staring later this evening when he comes home from work.
I bet you haven't got anything quite as exciting as that planned for your evening.
Best regards to all,