Notes from a small dog (LIV)

It’s been all go around here! The fields are getting drier and I’m managing to drag her away from the ‘puter long enough for some really good walks lately. Not just on the hard stuff or through the woods either… we’ve gone miles and miles…

So, she needn’t take all the credit for the big birds and the furry things. It is only because of me that she saw them after all. And when you consider my self restraint while she watched and made silly noises and squeaks, I think it is a bit mean of her not to let me have the feathers. Just sayin’. She says it’s cause I ate the last ones they got… and she’s put these up high where I can’t reach. Last time she left them on the table…

Well no, I don’t normally just help myself to stuff on the table… but I have a thing about kite feathers… Don’t ask me why… I just love ‘em and I really want these ones… She left them on the little sideboard… and I could smell them… Sooo tempting…. I tried, but she’s put them even higher now…

I mean, it’s not as if she’s an ephelant … Dumbo… she’s not going to wave feathers and fly. Though if she sits too long she might end up looking a bit that way… sort of grey and round… :P

Maybe we’ll find some more. I’m finding loads of stuff out there! It’s all nice and green again and though the grass is still short, there is plenty to see. There’s flowers… snowdrops, daffodils, crocuses… and all sorts of buds and stuff on the trees.

There’s ducks in the pond at the end of the lane too. Not that she will let me off the leash there, mind you. There are the big cars that come down there now. Still, give her some credit, my new leash is really, really long… I can explore a lot even with her dangling on the end of it. And the ducks are obliging :)

She did have a few words to say about that though. Things about why I will walk the length of the muddy stream or dive in the pond but run and hide at bathtime. It isn’t the same thing at all. Do I want to smell of flowery stuff? No. But mud and vegetation and foxes and stuff… well, that’s real perfume.

She just doesn’t get it though. While I come home, have a drink and just flop and grin, she just sits back down and starts again. What is wrong with you two legses? You really need to learn to chill better! And a few muddy footprints on the sofa are no big deal. It is my sofa after all…. Even though she seems to think it might actually be hers. Honestly, I despair of her sometimes…