P knows that I’m partial to a little taste of yoghurt so on Thursday morning, after her Uncle Ray had dropped her back at home after going to the Royal for blood tests for the appointment on Friday, she was thoughtful enough to collect a cereal bowl from the kitchen for my share.
We exited the kitchen in the ‘Budmobile’ with P driving via the cereal bowl. I was in the passenger seat on the right so we had to pretend we were in the US but once we’d got past the dining table P was driving with one hand as she’d picked her knitting in the other. So I switched sides ‘cos she’s used to driving on the left and we were transported back to the UK briefly because P remembered the Ice Road Truckers: Deadliest Roads programme she’d seen recently and they drive on the left. So we popped over to India. With all the beeping, from the horn and the expletive covering bleep machine, swerving and dodgy manoeuvre around the lounge door is was the most fur raising two metres (six and a half feet) of my little doggy life.
Fortunately the yoghurt was worth it even though I had to work round the whole grain bits in it.
P got a spiky temp and spent most of the afternoon on the settee asleep. We did however get our 7.00 pm tea at 8:15 pm ish. And then guess what, she slept some more.
Yet again P was spiky and there was more sleeping. P got up just before 8.00 am and took to the settee. I’ll give her this though when I got up about half an hour later she did get up and open the back door so I could go wee wee. Since I’ve mentioned going wee wee I would like to point out that saying ‘D’you wanna go wee wee’ in an Aussie accent doesn’t make it sound like I’m going for a barbie on the beach when it’s raining, freezing or dark out. Oh, and saying ‘It’s wee wee time with Buddy Kilgallon’ can give a little doggy a complex. I mean it’s not a spectator sport!
Now although P did get up for my toiletry needs when I hinted that I’d like my salmon and kibble breakfast I got two Markies and a Peteromi.
Now I was a little concerned when B and I got back from our walk as P still had The X Factor on the TV despite the Sky controls being within reach. I was relieved though when I realised that P had slept through most of it.
Oh, oh and before I go for a little nap myself and since Julie asked – this is a Rodeo…
And to pre-empt another question this is a Markie…
P says we can’t have a Peteromi photo as I won’t be able to let her put it back in the cupboard! I so need to learn how to open the treat cupboard door and use the camera.