Back to my long kennel
I have had a really lovely time in Lancashire staying on Patricia’s beautiful huge wide kennel. Did I tell you that when I first arrived I found a box full of toys that nearly all squeaked. I had them nicely spread out all over the floor immediately. But, in the blink of an eye, the whole box, toys and all disappeared. I believe the toys belong to Scrappy who lives there. He is away and I am sure he would not have minded. I did not see the toys again until the whole box full turned up again as they were packing up this morning and then I had them all out on the floor again. My long haired one said that it was not helpful.
On our walk earlier, it stopped raining for a while and it was a beautiful autumnal morning along the towpath, I had a lovely game of chase with a lively little girl called Rosie who I met, she was from the Daschund tribe miniature division, I thought rather like a ferret, she was only one human year old, she was all over me and made me feel quite young.
I said goodbye to our friends Barbie and Mike, as they all went into the local cafe for food I suspect while I stayed on guard in my short kennel and then we set off in the rain for our journey home.
I am happy to be back in my long kennel, I have been for the last three and a half hours on the back seat of my short kennel nose to the window watching the M6 go by, lots of short kennels and roadworks in the poring rain.
I have just said thank you to my long haired one for my Chappie supper. See photo. Clearly she was too busy to really appreciate the full on tongue trying to read her book!