I\u2019m sitting here with my legs folded, tapping my paw saying \u2018I told you so\u2019 watching my Mistress still trying to fix my computer. Funnily enough it isn\u2019t going down very well. She keeps saying things like \u2018well it almost works\u2019 and \u2018just go away with you. I\u2019m more likely to do this if you leave me alone\u2019. But what I say is \u2018where\u2019s the fun in that?\u2019 If a dog can\u2019t sit and gloat then what can he do?<\/p>\n
At the moment there seems to be no limit to my smugness. Concluding that the weather is now unlikely to improve, my Mistress said that to give herself a little more space she would pack away her summer clothes in a suitcase and make room for her winter clothes. On the face of it this seems quite reasonable, even to a dog. Unfortunately life is never quite as simple as you\u2019d like. She began to think about where her winter clothes were. Then all of a sudden she remembered. At the point she was packing all her winter clothes away they were just putting the furniture from our old house into storage, because we are short of space where we are now. My Mistress in one of her \u2018brighter\u2019 moments, thought it would be a good idea to put her winter clothes into storage with them. After all, the plan was to have it all redelivered to the new house this month. The logic is basically sound, had they not changed their mind about which house they were buying and decided to do an extension before moving in. It means that everything won\u2019t come out of store until after the extension, including my Mistress\u2019s winter clothes. She now estimates she will next see them in time for next summer! So this winter, whilst I have the benefit of a fur coat, my Mistress will be sporting short sleeved tee shirts and shorts.<\/p>\n
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