You wouldn\u2019t believe how much clearing up there is to do after a murder, even a fictional murder without any blood. There\u2019s the washing up and the tidying away and of course the taking back of the chairs you\u2019ve borrowed because you didn\u2019t have enough! It wasn\u2019t the most exciting Sunday from a dog\u2019s point of view. I would just have been happy for a day with no thunder. I\u2019m really not a fan of big flashes and bangs. I tend to go and snuggle up to my mistress, but when all is said and done I don\u2019t know which of us is worse. To be fair she doesn\u2019t insist on sitting under the desk, but she won\u2019t go near the windows and is always willing to have a cuddle. I really do find that cuddling up to someone else is by far the best thing to do when you are frightened.<\/p>\n
In theory there are only three more weeks until my mistress\u2019s new car arrives. I say in theory because we don\u2019t know how long it will take to sort out its Belgian number plate and paperwork. I\u2019m pleased to say that my little car will have been repaired, after its incident with the vegetable rack, before the new one arrives. Can you imagine how forlorn it would have felt to have a shiny new one turn up whilst it was sitting there with a broken bumper and broken light? It doesn\u2019t bear thinking about. Cars have feelings too, or at least that\u2019s what my mistress tells me and I\u2019m sure she must know about these things. I do hope the old car will know that it will always be my favourite. For a dog there is nothing quite like the feeling of the wind blowing your ears back as you drive along, and that isn\u2019t something you get with air-conditioning unless you get the settings wrong.<\/p>\n
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