As you can probably imagine, by the time My Mistress came home from her trip to Crufts yesterday she had acquired some very interesting smells. I tried very hard to get her to stand still for me to have a food sniff, but she would insist on keep moving. \u2018You\u2019ve been near a Newfoundland\u2019 I said to her indignantly. \u2018It wasn\u2019t as cute as me was it?\u2019 She promised me that none of the dogs had been as cute as me and that I had nothing to worry about. She wouldn\u2019t be working to develop our breed in this country if she was going to be as fickle as that. I suppose she\u2019s got a point, but even I can see how cure some puppies are. She brought me back a toy, so it wasn\u2019t all bad and we sat down so that she could tell me all about it, but every time she started being serious I pushed my nose into her sleeve or her leg to see whether I had got all the scents yet.<\/p>\n
My Mistress could hardly be described as normal. Most women have shopping lists that say things like \u2018new pair of trousers\u2019 \u2018new blouse\u2019. My Mistress has a shopping list that says \u2018puppy carrier, dog fencing, rabbit hutch, kitchen, bathroom, paint, ironmongery,\u2019, still it\u2019s keeping her happy having to find everything. She has set her heart on a purple kitchen, now all she has to do is convince my Master that it\u2019s a good idea. She\u2019s wishing now that she hadn\u2019t given in so easily on the wall lights in the dining room, she could have used them as a tool to negotiate.<\/p>\n
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