Abandoned

She drove away about midday yesterday and I felt totally abandoned. I'd just been contemplating promoting her to the status of Back-up plan B.

That's quite a leap. Ted, the aging labrador, is my best alternative to home but he seems to have moved away.  Corgis on the occasional holiday seem to have taken his place. They are back-up plan A. I like canine company.

The Rhodesian Ridgeback and Bulldog had been my back-up plan B but their humans have fenced them in (and me out).  

Walkers on the coastal path, especially those with k9s had been my reserve back-up plan. Jim round the corner (looks like Hairy McClary) is stand-by to the reserve, and this human was second best stand-by....

She let me lick the yoghurt pot lid and I conceded elevation to a status just above Jim with further promotion available when I was allowed to eat the cold pie her bro had chucked in the rubbish before departing.

I even came over early on a frosty morning to tell her and was so excited....then she blew it by going somewhere in that rattly old van and not coming back until after dark.

Today I bided my time before sauntering over to see what she was drilling holes in.

She's trying very hard to make amends. We went for a walk. There's a bowl of water and a tiny treat (the packet says cat biscuits but I'm not fussy - I eat cold pies and fish bait. The later gets me in a power of trouble, humans don't seem to like my taste for rotting squid!)

I'll think about it. Her verandah is quite a good spot when the sun is shining. I can supervise painting, and snap at bees.

Yours

Scully

PS apparently the nephew reckons I look like the kind of dog that kids' books get written about. Is that a backhanded compliment or a total insult?