Something strange is happening and I can’t exactly put my paw on it?
Instead of us all piling in the car and going to different places, we don’t do that now! Although I hated the journey in the car, the anxiety of it made me dribble and once I was sick. I miss it!
We used to go out mid morning or after lunch, for a long walk, then if I was very good I could play in the college field late afternoon. Now we play in the garden all day, and I only get taken out once in the late afternoon. That wouldn’t be too bad but we do the same walk every day. And another thing, mum and dad avoid people, so much so when we walk along the river where the path isn’t very wide I go and sit behind each bench waiting for them to pass, a trick I taught myself! Mum reads the inscription on some and goes... ‘Aah!’ ever so sadly, which makes me feel fearful. And at the best of times I can still get worried about stuff. It never worries me when she says
when I have been naughty because even though my take on this funny language they speak isn’t that good I can understand when I am really in trouble, which I ought to say isn’t that often! If I had a Bonio for every time they say how intelligent I am I would be a very rich mutt.