standing smartly to attention not at the bottom of our bed but Ellie’s two beds.
There’s not many dogs that boast their own bedroom. Ellie does!
Before you start to think... how grand, don’t, because her night bed is in the funny room that we haven’t got a clue what to do with. So until we do she snoozes in her own space.
The reason we are twitching is because any mo now Boudicca’s chariot will park up and she will sweep in to put us through our paces. I haven’t told himself but I’m secretly looking forward to hearing what she has to say and where we are going so horribly wrong. The thing is with Tish, I didn’t get this uptight, is it an age thing I wonder? Also Ted is a stickler for doing things correctly whereas me, all my life I’ve winged it. That on balance is why his life has following a boring steady as you go sort of path, mine as a as fart in a colander looking for a hole to get out trajectory. I’ve had a great deal of fun, he I’m not so sure?
Funny how in my dotage his sensible-ness keeps me grounded while my on occasions madcap carrying-on brightens his frightfully dull demeanour. Could that be why we are going for a Masters in all things DOG, I idly wonder?