Happy weekend everyone, it’s Aristotle here.
I am so happy to be back at home with our Mistress. Now don’t get me wrong I love the people at the kennels and I’m very happy there, but I miss my cuddles with our Mistress and our walks together. At the kennels it’s the little things I miss, like kitchen work surfaces I can check out for food left around or pans that need licking out. I miss being able to twist our Mistress round my little paw when I fancy an extra treat and my Master giving me a back scratch. I do like meeting the other dogs and playing in the paddock, but I miss walks with our Mistress when we talk about anything and everything or listen to a book together. Home is where you know which is your dog bowl and where to find it at meal times. Home is the place where you can arrange your toys exactly as you want them. Home is the place where you are allowed on the bed and settee and can follow your human everywhere, including to the bathroom. I miss working in the garden with our Mistress too. I love our outdoor time, just pottering about having a bit of a sniff and relaxing in the open air. It’s good for me as I don’t have to put lots of pressure on my bad legs but can still get fresh air. I’d love to go for longer walks, but I just can’t, so the back garden is the next best thing.
Wilma has been delighted to hear that her dog and human family in Switzerland are all going to be fine. Now she’s asking our Mistress how soon she can go back to see them all again. Our Mistress quite likes that idea too, but I don’t think it will be very soon so Wilma will have to be patient.
I’m off to sniff out the plants to see if anything needs pruning. I just can’t wait for the marigolds to flower!
See you soon
Aristotle.
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Haha, Ari, just don’t ‘water’ the marigolds when they flower, like our Boxer, Hans, did, when we lived in Kenya! My Mum had clumps of marigolds alternating with clumps of violets, down the side of the drive, when I was a kid in Kenya. Max systematically ‘watered’ every one, until they all died! She wasn’t too pleased! Hugs xxx
Oh that’s funny. I was thinking of eating them, which is potentially worse. I don’t cock my leg, so it’s only the grass that suffers from me.
Love
Aristotle