Every so often my Mistress has to go to London for a meeting and on those occasions Shadow and I have to pack our bags and come into kennels. To be fair, we usually get a choice. We can either spend much of the day on our own and have to endure my Master\u2019s cooking and we could stay at home, or we can come for a day with our friends at the kennels. It\u2019s not much of a choice. I\u2019d be ok at home, but I know what Shadow is like when she gets bored and it really isn\u2019t helpful. So here I am, twiddling my paws and looking forward to my Mistress coming back. Now I know it\u2019s good that she does some work that actually brings in a bit of money, as being a writer isn\u2019t exactly lucrative, but I do wish she could do it without having to leave the house.<\/p>\n
Now I know this isn\u2019t relevant to anything, but I was thinking yesterday and what I want to know is, if all the world\u2019s a stage, where\u2019s the audience or is this just the intermission. I suppose it could be like the film the Truman show and we can\u2019t see the people who are watching us. In some ways the internet makes the world more and more like a stage everyday. This is the sort of rambling you get when I\u2019ve got too much time on my paws.<\/p>\n
My Mistress was asked by the painters which walls were to be in which colours, where she had specified two different colours for a room. It was only then that she began to realise that the colour will meet up with another colour in a different room and it may not quite work. She can see now that she is going to be out with her paintbrush making changes sooner than she would like. She\u2019ll be happy with it but the rest of the family will not be happy that she\u2019s got it a little bit wrong. \u201cOh well\u201d I said, \u201cjust tell the rest of the family not to go into those rooms.\u201d She said that it may not be that simple!<\/p>\n
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