One caravan where I normally go for a walk is all well and good, except for the three dogs that I have an argument with on a daily basis, but now there is a second caravan. I can only hope that this one will not have an entourage of noisy terrier like dogs that take an exception to my existence. Is it my fault that I like to pee on the spot that they have adopted as home? I don’t actually do that now that they’re there, but the point is that I have been deprived of the opportunity. My Mistress points out that they aren’t doing anyone any harm, but she’s not a dog. How can she know what it’s like to be deprived of your favourite peeing spot?
I take back most of what I said yesterday about being jealous that it her book and not one of mine that is going to be published. I have never seen her work so hard as she has the last few hours, trying to do a final edit to get the book as perfect as possible. She thought it was finished, until she started to reread it and decided whole passages needed changing round. My Master is a braver man than I am. He’s making suggestions for improvements. It’s a bit like making personal comments to an untamed lion. You’re ok as long as the lion thinks the same way, but if not, you really don’t want to be in the cage at the same time. Anyway, it all goes to make me wonder if I ever want the bother of getting my books published. I don’t think I’m up to concentrating on editing. I’m more of a ‘let’s play tug’ sort of a dog.