Getting the staff trained...

 has I must confess been an uphill struggle.  I would go so far as to say it is most definitely still work in progress.

I’ve heard them say how intelligent I am, they don’t know the half of it!

Look, I’m a collie, I like routine, which being a pair of old codgers they seem to like as well, so that’s okay.  The problem is they get up at seven, well to be more precise Dad gets up, lets me out and then disappears back to bed with mugs of tea.  I am then relegated to my second bed in the Orangery.  What is it with these poncy names, don’t they know I’m just a mutt from Ireland.  And then there’s the Wrenery, personally I think it should be called the Tittery because the main visitors are tits.  Blue tits, long tailed, great and coal tits.  How do I know because while they wile away another hour in bed I get to study the visitors to the Wrenery?  I haven’t ever seen a wren in there!

When Mum comes down that’s when the day begins, I get served home made liver biscuits in bed, then my breakfast of turkey thigh and vegetables is served in my room.  Room service!  After breakfast I jump up on her lap for a cuddle, alright I know I’m a collie and should by now be out on the hill, I am after all just a mutt from Ireland.

Next indoor ball game, which I ought to say my demand to play doesn’t always go down too well.  I lay the blame squarely at her door, or to be more precise her chair.  Mum taught me how to put the ball on her lap which she now regrets as she tries to concentrate knocking out another blog on her flat thing.  What is it with these infernal machines?  Whenever I jump up I try my very hardest to knock it out of her hands, the same with mugs of tea. I require, ney demand her undivided attention, which doesn’t always work!  Mum is the jolly fun one, Dad is more serious and takes his dog owning responsibility like  the CEO he thinks he is.  Obviously we know different!?!

I know it’s sexist to say but I do still have a problem with men, due in no small part to my past life, so I do tend to favour LL.  She is the one that tells me off, but I still love her even so.

Not the best photo, but at least she hasn’t started taking selfies!