Well I wasn\u2019t expecting this. My Mistress is in London for the day so I\u2019ve been brought to kennels. It\u2019s hard to reconcile when I\u2019m told regularly that I\u2019m the only mature one left in the house when she goes out. She tried to explain that was the problem. I might be mature, but without her there is no one to look after me. No one listens when I say I need to go out. No one remembers to take me for a walk. All in all, if I don\u2019t come to kennels there is a risk of my having a very frustrating day. Of course when I do come to kennels, there is the risk of my having a good bark and rolling in something smelly, which from my point of view does offer considerable compensation for the lack of home comforts and it is only for one day.<\/p>\n
Back in the real world either nothing of any importance is happening, or the world has got is priorities seriously muddled. For the last couple of days, the headlines have been about what celebrities have names their new babies. Now let me get this straight, the world\u2019s financial markets are in turmoil, businesses are going bust daily and the most important thing to think about is how unusual the name of Ben Affleck\u2019s baby is. Perhaps it should have been called \u2018Woolworth\u2019 to immortalise that sadly departed enterprise. Just in case you now feel you can\u2019t live another moment without hearing what they actually called her, it was Seraphina.<\/p>\n
We are at least nearly half way through January and I\u2019ve got itchy feet to do some travelling. I\u2019m not planning to go alone, I need to persuade my Mistress to come with me, but it does rather feel as though it has been ages since we\u2019ve been anywhere exciting.<\/p>\n
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