Born and bred in Devon, this is all very confusing. For the past few weeks Mum and Dad have been packing up boxes and filling rooms with them - they tell me that we are moving to Lincolnshire but I have no idea what that means! Auntie Lynda tells me that Mum and Dad have exchanged contracts and will be up here next friday - not too long to suffer I guess then!
Down in Devon I have Mum and Dad wrapped around my little finger - so it should come as no surprise that I refused to sleep in the kitchen with Daisy and Millie. Instead I have set up shop in the lounge - that way I can see everyone who passes by, bark at them and then be the first one to the door. I thought that Lynda looked quite tired yesterday so I gave her a lie in - I shouldn't have bothered - that
After Mum had come back from the vets (Daisy was having her kennel cough injection, apparently), she opened the conservatory doors and started to paint the she cave. Right, I thought, time to take charge of the situation. I appointed Daisy as my sergeant and we moved swiftly around the boundaries checking for intruder - Millie, as you can see, was just not bothered!
I then popped inside (it was 11am - coffee time at home) and came back to find Sergeant Daisy just not taking this situation seriously at all! It is going to be a long 9 days!
In the end I put her on veg guard duty - might as well play to her strengths.
It has been a hot day but I did enjoy my run up at the beach - it's always good to shake off those cobwebs ( Dad - I swam in the water and rolled - just like you told me to he he!). I was not upset, however, to find that Auntie Lynda was planning to go swimming ( she only did 60 widths - 0.72km - not feeling it apparently!) - one has to sleep that much exercise off now doesn't one?
Tonight, she tells me, Auntie Lynda is off with Auntie Wendy to watch RSC live - what does that stand for? Royal Shaggy Cats perhaps? Ah well, I am at my post in the lounge - guarding as usual!