My Mistress had a church meeting here the other day. The girls and I were put at the back of the house out of the way. We weren\u2019t very good. I didn\u2019t want to be left out so I started crying, which set the girls off. In the end my Mistress came and asked if I would like to join the meeting. She hadn\u2019t thought I would find it very interesting, but after I\u2019d cried that much to be included, I didn\u2019t feel I could say \u2018No I\u2019m fine.\u2019 So in I trotted and took my place at the end of the table. She was right. I didn\u2019t find most of it very interesting and must admit to having slept for a good part of it. On the whole I didn\u2019t have much idea what they were talking about and they didn\u2019t stop to explain it all to me. Afterwards I apologised and said that next time I wouldn\u2019t get into such a mood for being left out.<\/p>\n
My Mistress is still taking her studies seriously. She is now reading her way thorough a music GCSE book as well as doing her keyboard practice. I\u2019m still at the basic level of trying to work out which key I howl in, she keeps saying things to me like \u2018Did you know there is only a semitone between \u2018b\u2019 and \u2018c\u2019.\u2019 I have absolutely no idea what she is talking about. Her German studies are not quite so alien to me and remind me of my native Flemish. Not of course that I spoke a great deal of it, but I did learn some of the very basic commands at dog training. Megan understands a lot more, but then she lived in a German speaking household for about ten months. Even then she says the German she learnt in Switzerland was a little different to what my Mistress is learning.<\/p>\n
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