There is cooking going on in the kitchen so I’m a happy dog. I can sit patiently for hours to see what scraps of food get dropped in the process and there really is very little that I am unwilling to sample. Today the plan is to make some apple jam. My Mistress has found a recipe on the internet but has no idea how well it will work. How wrong can it go? Of course if you saw how bent the knives had got trying to serve the orange and whisky marmalade you would realise that there are many shades of wrong that the jam making process can turn out, thick to the point of needing a chisel and a sledgehammer being one of them.
In the meantime, Shadow and Megan seem to have taken up boxing and are standing on the back paws facing up to each other. I think they are only playing but I don’t want to get into the middle to find out.
What I haven’t told you is that there is going to be another Alfie. Obviously I wish it was a son of my own but it isn’t. It is one of Quinnie’s puppies who has been Christened Alfie as well. I just hope he knows what he has to live up to. I shall of course be instructing him in all the important aspects of being an Entlebucher called Alfie and hope that he will be achieve the same dizzy heights of stardom that have been my calling. I have no idea if he will be taking the name ‘Dog’ as his surname, of course it may well lead to confusion if he does. Maybe it’s time I took a middle name to add to mine in an attempt to differentiate myself, my obvious choice would be ‘The’ but maybe that doesn’t say quite enough about me. I shall give it some thought.