It was all very well deciding to go to the neighbouring village\u2019s \u2018open gardens\u2019 yesterday but it happened to coincide with God planning an \u2018open heavens\u2019. As I sniffed my Mistress\u2019s sodden duffle coat I said \u2018I could have gone down the garden and enjoyed the smell of wet sheep\u2019 although in fairness now he\u2019s had his coat shorn Reggie probably didn\u2019t\u2019 smell as bad as my Mistress. You would think that was enough excitement for her for one day, but no, she spent the afternoon and evening working behind the bar in the village pub. This is the more unusual when you realise it\u2019s the first time in her life she\u2019s served behind a bar and to be honest knows about as much about that as I know about stamp collecting. On the whole she restricted herself to mixing cocktails and in her defence she\u2019s been doing that at home for years, so maybe it wasn\u2019t quite as odd as it seems. Sadly I wasn\u2019t invited to the cocktail party. It wasn\u2019t so much the drinks I was hankering after as the bar b q. I do a good line in hovering up all the food that gets dropped.<\/p>\n
What am I thinking? I almost forgot to mention a very exciting phone call from Switzerland yesterday. A lovely lady rang to say she may well be able to help us with getting another Entlebucher puppy, this is as well as my sister coming to live with us. The lady is happy to look after a puppy until it is old enough to travel to England, so it looks as though I shall have to pack my suitcase to go on a trip to Switzerland soon to choose a puppy. I presume my Mistress won\u2019t go without me, but then I\u2019ve been wrong on that before.<\/p>\n
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