Scully here…
This is my "they've all gone and left me" look.
The F human went away for 4 days last week. I counted them. FOUR DAYS without walks or doinkball or extra treats or tummy rubs. FOUR DAYS when my own humans were at work and school.
BORING.
When F came back I bounced at her and we had lots of cuddles and I always try to lick her face (but she rejects that).
On her first day back I had to supervise the building of a little plastic tunnel thing. (She tells me you've seen that; ok so I kept the recently planted potatoes warm by lying on them while she flapped about with plastic. I tried sitting on that too but got short shrift.)
Friday was better because we went to Big Smoke and that means pie. Okay it also means wandering about a big shop or two and smooching people who stop to comment on me.
F calls me a tart for rolling over for tummy rubs from people I've known for 3 milliseconds. They smelled like good people - OKAY? (And my tummy made them happy!)
We loaded a big green tank onto the trailer, and stopped in Renwick for PIE on the way home. I like steak and cheese pie with not too much gravy.
That was the Saturday supervision: making sure it was all connected up properly - it's in a good place for doinkball so I insisted on getting in some catching practice while she was walking back and forth with tapes and tools and stuff.
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| no - it's not on a lean |
Strangely it was raining while she was working out lengths for the water-in pipe and the rain stopped once she got it all pushed together🙄
F said thats Sod's Law.
It was while we were doing that my family drove past (all of them together - that never happens) and my Dad yelled out the window "Bye Scully" and I went into what F called a Deep Blue Funk (see photo at the top). It worked though because she took me for a long walk with lots of rabbit chasing.
(She said they had gone to rugby in Wellington and would be home tomorrow. I don't know where Wellington is but I stayed overnight with F and we both slept on her sofa thing with rugs over us and I got chicken. Not a bad substitute I reckon.)
Yours
Scully
You have a pretty darn good life there, Scully.
ReplyDeleteI was about to say that!
DeleteScully, you're living the good life, generally. It's admirable to be a friendly dog - it gives the rest of the species a good reputation.
ReplyDeleteMy dearest sweet adorable Scully, you are living the best life ever, not one family but two, which means you always have someone to care for you... you did look like the blue funk had you by the throat but I know the walkabout helped instantly.. good job on the water tank and will now do a rain dance to bring rain your way...
ReplyDeleteYou won the jackpot living next to F. A bit of supervising then rabbit chasing lots of tummy rubs and a bit of pie. Great life Scully.
ReplyDeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteScully mate, to be abandoned by the furmily, but to have an F sharing her time and bed with you as a fallback, says to me you are one very lucky puppy!!! I really don't think it could get much better 🐾🤗💕 hugs and wags YAM-aunty xxx
The tank looks like it would be good for a garden, hope it's not for your house, looks like Scully is supawvising in between his tummy rubs
ReplyDeleteYou really are very spoilt. But that’s ok. Trixie, my poodle, also gets spoilt. And she’s a tart too!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely loves everyone and gets all the pats and cuddles she wants.
We have installed tanks at the farm. As it’s two and a half hours away I’m not sure how much it’s rained since we installed them.
I do know that just before we has so much rain that some places had flooded.
FOUR DAYS That is an eternity! Thanks fro bearing up through that! Brave stalwart little soul!
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