Well it is time to pack my little suitcase and go and visit my doggy friends for a while. Once again my mobile phone has credit on it, until I waste it texting Chloe and have none left to speak to my master and mistress when I need to. I don’t know yet whether Chloe can come and stay too, she is still working on her owners. She managed to find some holiday brochures on a shelf and has left them open on the coffee table in the hope that they take the hint but I’m not holding out much hope. I wonder if I will be able to get out and have any adventures of my own. I may just pack a few books and keep myself occupied with those. I’m going to start with the one my master has just finished as I have never know him laugh so much.
It’s cruel having to see my master and mistress packing right in front of me. I don’t want to know they are going somewhere that they will need swimming costumes and sun cream. I wonder if they will send me a postcard this time. It would be very hypocritical to send one that said something like ‘having a lovely time, wish you were here’ as if they really wished I was there they would have gone somewhere they could take me. I’m under no illusions. I wish there was some way I could turn the tables on them. If there were somewhere I was going because I really wanted to that they couldn’t come with me, then see how they felt!