This is SWMBO and her friend Jill. What were they thinking? I thought they were supposed to set an example. Now I know why she tries to make me wear antlers every Christmas. Once, in Torquay at Christmas, poor Eddy and I had to wear a whole Santa outfit for a whole walk to the local hostelry on Christmas Day. When we got there, I just put my head under the patio table and worked upon the assumption that if I can't see anyone, they can't see me.
I'm not liking this heat. Every night I walk around my owners' bed panting. If I'm awake I want everyone to be awake. If they don't wake up immediately, I shake - thereby making a rattling sound with my name tag. That always gets them going. There's normally some sort of discussion about who's turn is it? Oddly I never hear HWMBO's voice and I'm taken down and out by herself. Sometimes I 'need out' but sometimes I just like to check the kennel and garden for Mr. Reynard the fox. I always take my time because it's nice and cool and I know SWMBO can't shout at me in the middle of the night. When I'm ready, I have a long drink of water and saunter back up to my bed beside their bed. I let out a huge sigh and am asleep before you know it. Sometimes SWMBO wakes me up with mutterings of I can't get back to sleep. Whatever!!
I heard a rather worrying 'phone call ealier. SWMBO called someone as I was drifting in and out of sleep pretending to be deaf but my ears pricked up when I heard her say, 'He tried to cock his leg for a wee but just fell over.' Now, I don't know if she was talking about me or HWMBO. But the time of 3pm was mentioned. This can only mean pain and more tablets. Sniff this space for more news.