Not a dog
The car is not a dog. I know you know that, and I know that, but I’m worried about Mum. Having given the car a name she now seems to want to call it to ‘come’ when she’s ready to go out. We don’t yet have a driverless car. We may never have a driverless car. If ‘Bruno’ starts responding to her calls I’m going to become seriously worried. It’s a bit like worrying you might be replaced by a robot. Mind you, even machines can malfunction in the heat so I probably shouldn’t worry too much.
Counting down the hours
The current weather is all the evidence I need of why our breed is not suited to living in hot countries. We are all counting down the hours to Tuesday next week when we can expect to be able to spend the day outdoors again. It really is very trying dealing with the current weather. I’m talking to Mum about changes she might like to consider making around the house. I tried to suggest a marble floor in the hall. Apparently, there are at least two problems with that. Firstly I don’t have enough pocket money to pay for it. Secondly, neither Aristotle or Shadow would cope trying to walk on a slippery surface. I suggested that Mum should see if she could come up with a better idea that would suit all of us.
Worrying about the garden
Aristotle is worrying about the garden. It isn’t just his own vegetables and herbs he’s concerned about. Dad asked him to help look after the apple trees while he’s away. Two of the young trees are looking quite sorry for themselves and Dad’s only been gone a couple of days. Ari is worried that by the time Dad comes back he’ll have lost them altogether. I’ve offered to lend a paw as anything that produces extra food I can eat has to be important.
Love
Wilma