On Sunday we were on our way out for a walk when this large creamy coloured whiskery faced creature hurtled round the corner and belted up to me, all arms and legs, gaping mouth and floppy ears.
A lady who appeared a minute later said, “He’s a Labradoodle you know.” As if that explained everything. Then she added with a disapproving look, “Don’t you let him off the lead?”
She was talking about me! To be honest I wouldn’t be happy being off the lead in the middle of the estate. I might get run over or tempted to chase something or even get chased by something. No, I’d rather wait until I’m safely on the fields where I can run wild and free with impunity, thank you.
Anyway herself made a huge fuss of the lolloping creature and as we walked away she said, “I wouldn’t mind one of those.”
What? Has she lost control of her marbles?
If she wants wild and woolly, I can give her wild and woolly. See?
I’ve noticed quite a few dogs wearing coats lately, even ones like me (but not as handsome obviously). Worryingly, since she’s had that sewing machine she’s been talking about making me a new one. I’m not sure I like the sound of that.
Yesterday she watched 101 Dalmatians with Lachlan and when Nanny (Joan Plowright) came out with the still puppy, she began to blub and then when Roger (Jeff Daniels) held the pup in his hands and Pongo nudged the pup with his nose – well it was like the great flood. I thought himself was going to have to nip out and start work on an ark.
We’d just about got the place dry, wrung out the carpets and put out warnings about a national tissue shortage, when Imogen and Isabel came downstairs – and said they wanted to watch it from the beginning.
So we had to go through it all again! And she had the gall to blame me for the fact her clothes were all wet. She said it was where I’d been out in the garden leaping round in what remained of the snow before coming in and sitting on her lap. Humph!