At last Megan is coming to the end of her season. It has been torture. I love her dearly and would so like to oblige but of course I can’t and for all our good I am not allowed to try. My poor Mistress has had to keep a constant eye on us to make sure we are behaving. It has been driving her nuts. At least there will be a little bit of peace until Shadow comes into season. Mind you, of my Mistress gets that right she will be away for the critical time and introducing her to a boy dog that can and will fulfil her every need. It’s a hard life for some of us. We don’t get the sympathy and understanding we deserve.
Well, it’s funny, but the dog gates are driving my Mistress mad as well as us. She carefully closes the ones that need to be closed and then someone else in the house either leaves them open, or the ones that were supposed to be open swing closed of their own accord. She has reached the conclusion that there must be a better way to organise things but sadly at the moment hasn’t worked out what that way is.
It’s reached that time of year where the grass grows and needs to be cut regularly. My Mistress has concluded that she would prefer to spend the time working out a new invention of a grass cutter that can be pulled by a dog. I think this could be bad news, but at the moment I am humouring her with the idea. I can see some of the logic to what she’s saying. If we can pull a dog cart, why can’t we pull a lawnmower? My first concern is that the blade is far enough away from us that we don’t risk getting a haircut in the process. My second concern is that I don’t actually want to do any physical labour.
Alfie Dog with a little help from Rosemary J Kind alfie@alfiedog.me.uk