Shadow has learnt what it means to be a pet. Where are we on the scale of importance? Somewhere down there near the bottom. I got us both ready to go home yesterday, Shadow kept taking the toys off the pile as quickly as I could put them on and then we waited. When it got to closing time for the kennels, I rang my Mistress. \u201cWhere are you?\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m on my way back from Winchester\u201d she said. \u201cWhere are you?\u201d \u201cWaiting for you to pick us up.\u201d As it turned out, my Master was supposed to pick us up and he forgot. My Mistress tried ringing him but got nowhere and in the end we had to ask very nicely if we could stay another night. Now I\u2019m pleased to say, my Mistress has rescued us and we are home getting over the feeling of abandonment.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t like to boast, but last month I had my highest ever readership. To all you lovely readers out there, I\u2019m delighted that you can join us and that you enjoying reading my diary. I assume you enjoy it, otherwise you must have an awful lot of time to kill and very little in your life to do with it!<\/p>\n
My Mistress has come home hungry. There are lots of things she can\u2019t eat and when she goes away it is often difficult for her to get them to cater for her. Now you would think that someone on a diet should be glad of the opportunity to cut down and come home weighing a little less, but it seems I am mistaken. All it has done is given rise to her having a good moan and overeating now she\u2019s home to compensate.<\/p>\n
On a more positive note, she is now happy that her roving internet access is worth having. She was able to sit and keep up with the tennis scores whilst she was supposed to be considering aspects of her writing. Her argument is that being kept up to date was allowing her to concentrate. In reality, I think she may have been kidding herself once again.<\/p>\n
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