Scully here - strange old day, rain and warm sunshine like alternating turns on a chessboard.
Walk was cut short when F announced impending drowned rat status. What does she think I'm made of? Paper?
Apparently she didn't want to get her new straw hat wet. I supervised the raggedy old one being stripped of the tape holding it together and ceremoniously chopped up and dropped in the compost bin. "Next year," said F, "it will be parsnips."
Not sure I like parsnips. Roasted in goose fat - maybe...
These humans had bacon scented something for breakfast. It's unfair. It's unkind even, not to make a whole extra plate with eggs, bacon, sausage (or burger, I'll accept substitutions), lashings of butter and some melty cheese. F told me I'd get heart disease. Is that even a thing? Food goes into my tummy not my heart.
F eats porridge. I didn't even get porridge this morning. Lean pickings. I could fade right away - thin as a sheet of paper and 'pooof' disappear in a gust of wind.
My sisters are on school holiday so my grand-ma-and-pa are staying with us. They're alright. I can get two walks a day if I play it right; F in the morning, grandparents in the afternoon.
My Dad's at home more these days too - it is slow season on the mussel farms - but I don't hang out with Dad so much. I do wander back and forth between encampments to see who is being more interesting (or less boring - F has been pushing sandpaper over something in her shed - boring - ).
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Someone needs to kick my football.
Volunteers being recruited - applications on a postcard. CVs longer than that will be automatically culled. Address: Scully, Kaiuma Bay. Pay is licks, tail wags and quite a bit of appreciative bouncing. Successful applicant will be permitted to walk anywhere, go boating (provided I go too), and is expected to share bacon sandwiches.
Regards
Scully
PS - I smelled paté on the table at evening meal time. F eats humus (I got a lick of that), but hard as I might stare at Mr B the paté biscuit didn't fall to the floor. These humans need some retraining.
Ah, Scully, your attempts to pluck at the heart strings need more work, I'm afraid, but then I'm hardened to the soulful looks of canines. What a lucky dog you are to have two sets of humans to tend to your every need.
ReplyDeleteI do soulful and pleading and devastatingly-sad-and-abandoned... I even had the builders wondering as they left one day whether they should scoop me up and find someone to be my friend because all my regular humans were out for the day and I did my wilted look at them.
DeleteHave you tried livening things up a bit by perhaps digging up some of F's prized plants or rolling on the veg patch seedlings?
ReplyDeleteShe fenced them off. I'd be competing with rabbits wekas and pigs for attention in that field and fear the consequences. I've seen what happens to rabbits. (I happen some of it.)
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ReplyDeleteScully, mate, seems there's a risk you are being taken for granted! If only I were on the same shores as you so I could submit my application... sending you hugs and wags, though. YAM-aunty xxx
The world should revolve about me Yam-Aunty. Thank you for your support. xxx Scully
Deleteit is a hard (dog's!) life Scully...although F was right with the cancelled walk..who needs to feel like they're going through a washing machine cycle?
ReplyDeleteBest of luck with training them hoomans!!
School resumes this week - that kind of reduces my options and sorts out a few priorities. F needs to get on with veg garden stuff - that means more football in the interludes between gardening bouts.
DeleteI love knowing your hat will transform into a vegetable after some extended time in th compost bin!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you need lessons from Beau on just how to use The Stare to get tidbits. We do give substitutions because some things make his tummy sing songs. I think you live a really good life between friends, family and relatives
ReplyDeleteOur cairns are coming up on the yearly vet visit ~ the first thing we will likely hear is "he/she could stand to lose a pound or two". This is on top of their two to three mile walks -almost- everyday. So, pass on the pate and go for the less fattening option. Bacon every now and again. :-)
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