Well my Mistress has been overdoing it and now she doesn\u2019t feel very well. It\u2019s not as though she\u2019s got a lot on this week, just the small matter of a house move. Still I\u2019m sure she\u2019ll be fine, although she says she\u2019d like a long holiday first. At the moment in our old house everything is in the wrong places. You go running round a corner expecting to be able to turn round and run back, only to find you have run headlong into a box. It\u2019s not so bad when you find it\u2019s an empty box that can almost be fun as it causes bedlam and makes a loud noise. The problem comes when the box you ran into was full and you come to a crashing stop rubbing your nose and wondering what hit you. My Mistress said we aren\u2019t the only ones doing that, but in her case she doesn\u2019t tend to be running when she hits it. It\u2019s a good job that bruises on dogs aren\u2019t so obvious, someone would be accusing my Mistress of mistreating us, but then if they looked at her legs they would think she\u2019d been beaten up in the process.<\/p>\n
There is a song \u2018Wherever I lay my hat, that\u2019s my home\u2019. I\u2019ve been wondering what the dog equivalent is. It comes down either to wherever you find my blanket, or wherever my box of food is. I\u2019m inclined to think it\u2019s probably the food. If a were a romantic sort of dog, which of course I couldn\u2019t possibly profess to being, I\u2019d say it was wherever my Mistress is, that\u2019s my home. It\u2019s true, but don\u2019t let her know that will you. If she knew that, she might move meal times down the list of priorities.<\/p>\n
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