I've just spent the weekend on a houseboat on the Hawkesbury! I confess I found it pretty nerve-wracking, all that water all around us, and sometimes the boat moved!
Scary stuff walking out onto what they told me was the poop deck, although I didn't feel up to using it, far too public. Instead we had to Go Ashore three times a day in this tiny little corracle called a Tinnie! I called it the Wee Boat.
Master took me to a house he was examining with the owner, leaving me to roam the gardens while they went down into the basement. I went to see what they were doing, it was really damp and creepy, I loved it. But the owner doesn't like dogs so Master told me to go out. As always I obeyed, then after a couple of minutes I went back in. Master took me out, put me on my lead, and tied me to a railing. He said stay, so I did, until I had eaten through my lead, then I went back in with a little bit of my lead hanging from my collar. That basement is really a creepy place! However Master wasn't pleased to see me again, so I spent the rest of the visit locked in the car. Back home, mom thought I looked cute with my little dangling lead! Anyway now Master has bought me a nice shiny metal chain link lead! Not even my friend Mia the huge alsatian has one of those! Gives me Bragging Rights!
Everyone brought presents for mom's birthday, all wrapped in pretty paper. So next morning I brought her a present, and was just wrapping it up in dad's dressing gown on the bedroom floor, when mom spotted me and got upset. I thought a dead possum was a great present but she didn't agree.
What a weekend! First on Saturday Neil came round with his two schweitzers, normally I don't like little dogs but they are so cute! We played a lot. Then Nelson, a big black collie type came for a tryout, if approved he will be staying with us for a few days in February. An interesting dog! Mom explained that the reason for his naughty behaviour was that he was neutered at two years old, and is left with habits from his misspent youth. I was rather flattered by his attentions. When he wasn't trying to rape me we played a lot. Then on Sunday Loki, another DontFretPet candidate came, a lovely four year old sherpa type dog, we played a lot, although to be honest I was tiring by then. Finally we were taken down the road to meet a lovely little black labradoodle puppy called Iggi or something. We played A LOT until I could hardly stand up. Mom kept saying that I won't be able to wrestle him to the ground after he grows a bit, but I don't know, he looked a bit of a softy to me. Anyway I got him down heaps of times today. Anyway after all that I am, litterally, Dog Tired! But I just couldn't get to sleep, remembering all those lovely new friends.
While her owners were away on holiday this lovely girl Mia came to stay. She was so sweet, and we had lots of lovely walks. So she couldn't get at my food while i was thinking about eating it, Master started hand feeding us, sitting side by side, and Mia was a perfect lady, never trying to grab my chicken neck.I had to laugh though on Saturday morning when there was a thunderstorm. The great big brave dog became an absolute sook, jumping up on the bed and trying to hide in the mattress. Notice me looking suitably cool.
Linus has his comfort blanket, I have Boomerang Bone. Master keeps throwing it out into the garden, but I just keep bringing it back. He will tire first! Here I am reading the Economist, and Master is teasing me because I need my comfort bone! So unfair. I need BB to help me concentrate, the Economist is quite hard to grasp!