Trying it on? Moi?
Mum says I’ve been “Trying it on” a few times since I got back from the kennels all shorn and cute. How COULD she? I’m not like that. Would I?
Ok, I concede, perhaps I HAVE been trying it on – a tad.
As you know, a couple of weeks up to my going into the kennels my fur was very long and dense and we had a few warm sunny days. Hence, quite a few times into my daily walk (usually on the way back) I’d get all overheated and feel a bit light-headed. So I’d fling myself down into some shade and refuse to budge. When mum tried to get me to move I’d give her my “How could you torture something as cute as me?” look.
Result? Mum would telephone Uncle Hugh and he’d come in mum’s car and pick us up. I’d get a nice cool ride back home – the aircon blowing a lovely cool breeze on my hot brow. Result!
Well. As you know, my coat is now shorn and whilst it’s been sunny, it’s not been that warm, so I’ve not got that as an excuse. BUT – mum walks fast. Mum is also walking faster than usual – something to do with making up for eating and drinking like a pig in the UK. Was she???? I must read her blog. Anyway, she walks fast, and every walk is at least four miles. She’s got really long legs, mine are short. Plus, I’m running all the time. So I reckon it’s more tiring for me…..(I’ll get to the point eventually)….. So, the last couple of times when I got a bit tired on the way back from my walk I thought that if I looked all hot and bothered and sat down, she’d simply ring Uncle Hugh and “Hey Presto!” little silver car with aircon would come and pick us up.
Wrong! Instead, mum gave me her ‘Knowing’ look and said “You little bugger. I know what you’re doing” at which point I tried to look all innocent and simply panted more, hoping I could fool her. No. It didn’t. A rather hefty tug and a brusque “Walk On!” got me going. I don’t think I’d better ‘Try it on’ again. She’s not daft. Well, not all the time.
Mum and me get excited about different things when we’re out walking.
This is what I get excited about.
Flat, dead frog. It didn’t smell that exciting because it was a bit too fresh. Maybe in a few days time.
This was a bit of used kitchen roll, which smelled of baby sick. Wonderful!