At last it seems to be summer, although that seems a bit odd given it is now officially autumn. I suppose I can just add that to the pile of things that I presume I don\u2019t understand because of being a dog. Take yesterday, the couple who run our pub got married. My Mistress seemed very pleased with the picture she took of the bride and the wedding car outside the pub. I asked what she was going to do with it and she said she could put it in the book on the local history that she is writing. Now, how can it be history when it is happening now?<\/p>\n
I asked her that and she said, \u201cAlfie, what time is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the clock, which quite honestly she could have read for herself and said \u201c2 o\u2019clock\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cRight,\u201d she said, \u201cand what time did I take the picture?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, 12 o\u2019clock.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere you are,\u201d she said, \u201cIt\u2019s already two hours in the past, so now it\u2019s history.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t say a lot to that. I\u2019d always thought that history was things that happened before I was born, all the things I didn\u2019t experience first hand. Having said that, I didn\u2019t experience the bride leaving for the wedding first hand either. I stayed home with my Master in the \u2018why do you want to do that?\u2019 camp. I\u2019m told it\u2019s probably a girl thing.<\/p>\n
You may be pleased to know we are getting closer to understanding the problem with my GPS system. You\u2019d be forgiven for thinking that this one didn\u2019t work either, but the reality is that it does but there is no reception in our little pocket of the middle of nowhere. Their next experiment will be to see whether that is just in this house or whether it is the whole village. If I\u2019m going to get lost, I may need to go further away to do it.<\/p>\n
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