Well, after my last post, I just don’t know what to think. I mean, TFITheWeekend and all, but this one’s weird, very weird.
Strange days indeed
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Sep 072013
Get set for the weekend
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Sep 062013
I like weekends. Weekends are great. At weekends He is around a bit more, which means more pack time. Although I’m not entirely sure exactly how big our pack is, to be honest.
Most of them time it seems it’s just Her, Him, and me. Which is fine, if a bit weedy. But there’s also this old grey muzzle who shows up from time to time (I like biting her legs), and loads of other random folk who seem to come and go.
Last weekend I thought we’d actually found two new full-time pack-mates. Turned out they were just passing through though. It’s nice, but a bit confusing. I’d only just got used to them still being here in the morning, and then they weren’t. Not sure I’ll ever get the hang of this.
It was good though – loads more play time, and I won a new toy and some marvelous treats. Absolutely no idea what the hell they were, but they tasted great. I have a sneaking suspicion that some are being kept from me “for later”. A concept of which I do not entirely approve.
Anyway, as this weekend approaches, my hopes are nicely up. I hear tell that we’re having more visitors, and that one of them “isn’t entirely sure about dogs”. Ha! Let’s see what we can do with that …
Aug 302013
I have been noticing the word “vet” creeping into Their conversation throughout the week, and was beginning to get mildly concerned. Last time I went it seemed OK, but the word carries undercurrents and connotations that make the ears twitch somewhat.
I know that The Cat (who is still unreasonably stand-offish, I have to say) occasionally goes there, but as he’s not talking to me I wasn’t able to get any serious info. Then this morning, just because I was a tiny bit frolicsome in the garden, He muttered something about “vet”, “one way trip”, and joining “Indy in the box in the cupboard”. Can’t say I understood much of it, but it did sound rather ominous.
The time’s they are a-changin’
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Aug 232013
Nothing lasts forever, it would seem.
In my youthful naivety I appear to have sleep-walked into a false understanding of How Things Are. My initial plan was a good one, or so I thought: arrive; pretend to be a bit disoriented and distressed at loss of family; use this as a cover to establish a regime of biting, nipping, and the world revolving around me (i.e. communicate the natural order of things); gradually extend the reach of my Iron Paw until all bowed before me and Feared My Mighty Power.
Well, the wheels haven’t entirely come off the wagon, but the axle sounds to be cracking, let’s just put it that way.
Aug 172013
Red Bone!
I keep being told I’m not interested in toys. I’m not sure that means what They think it means. If it means that I love my toys lots and lots, and enjoy playing with all of them, then They’re right! Otherwise, I think they may be a little confused. Again.
Whatever, today I want to share with you the Joy of Toys. When you haven’t got a mum and sister to play with anymore, you need something. Toys are my something, and I love them.