I have been told to write out one hundred times ‘I am a stubborn dog’, and I’m not allowed to use the computer to make it easy. I plead that it was not my fault. If she will persist in making me go for a walk when I’m not really in the mood, she’s only got herself to blame for anything that follows. Following our little ‘discussion’ about where we go for walks, I agreed to go back to the airfield as long as I could walk along the other path than the one we had been doing. It seemed a reasonable request and everything started out beautifully. I was happy, my Mistress was happy. What could be nicer? Then it started to rain. Now if there is one thing that swimming has taught me, it is that water is not something to be frightened of. My Mistress turned round and said we’d go back to the car. I stopped and said, ‘No, you agreed I could walk this way round the airfield and I want to finish my walk.’ She of course relented and despite the increasingly heavy rain, for which neither of us had a coat, we carried on… until we got to the furthest point, when I said, ‘I’ve had enough.’ You could almost see the steam coming out of my Mistress’s ears. She does not often speak sharply to me, but I must admit she was not best pleased on this occasion. ‘And how exactly do you think we are going to get back to the car?’ That was her, not me. We were standing in overgrown grass, getting very wet with a rather large buzzy thing repeatedly trying to settle on her neck and I have to say I did not know the answer to the question. She had no choice but to cajole me into moving, and I have to say I was very glad she did as it was only a couple of minutes after we’d got home that the thunder started and the rain became very heavy. ‘Look on the bright side,’ I said, ‘at least you won’t have to water the garden!’
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