Tuesday, June 21, 2011
she went to a wedding, I was checked into dog borstal.
She thinks it's good for me, to hang out with other hounds, and generally just be a dog for a while. you are supposed to check our ego in at the door. Nobody cares about my celebrity status there.
I milk it on her return i do my best "i didn't think you were every coming back for me" face. You know the sort of thing.
Full of remorse for having left me, we go to Mr Ferrai's for a slap up tea and a run around the garden.
What she doesn't know, is that the borstal is just up the road from Hambleton Hall. I slip the kennel maid £50, check myself into 5 star luxury, bolt across the fields when i see her approach and nobody is any the wiser.
That is why i know i had absolutely nothing to do with the cat that went missing from the kennels. Nothing at all. No siree, wasn't me.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 4:44 AM
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
When they aren't being all good with livestock, rounding up sheep, and coming by.
They are weaving in and out of poles, being all obedient
or dancing on the television.
Collies, single handedly giving dogs a bad name.
Sleeping, eating, general mischief.
That is what dogs do.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 8:13 AM