Today I was summoned upstairs.
They were both sitting on the bed and grinning like loons. She was giddily swinging her legs. She is over 30 and this is in no way appropriate but I held back from passing comment because I could tell something sinister was afoot...
Several weeks before this I had tried to scramble up on the bed and was told 'no' and put back down on the floor. I had tried again in the knowledge that my overwhelming cuteness was hard to resist. They again said 'no' ... So I found my teddy with the squeaky bum, dragged it back upstairs and lay under the bed squeaking it loudly until they gave up trying to read the Sunday supplements (I swear she only looks at the pictures anyway) and took me for a walk.
Today, however, they appeared to be encouraging me to jump up on the bed. I sat and stared at them suspiciously. He walked over, picked me up and plonked me on the covers while saying 'good puppy' over and over.
So I am sitting here.
I am perturbed. But I am comfy.
Today we are going to Kent. I was told I was a 'lucky puppy' and that it would be 'an adventure' taking the train. Lies. I saw into the 1st class carriage and thought that, perhaps, the journey might be quite pleasant....
However, we appear to have gotten into a standard carriage with dirty seats, no free catering and not a tablecloth or doiley in sight. I have tipped over a cup of tea and peed on the floor in protest.
Garçon! I say, garçon! Another fillet steak!
