I forgot to tell them it was a party for one!

To celebrate my new look I asked the tall person if I could have a party. He kindly agreed and asked me what type of catering I would like. Hmm, I’m not really used to choosing what I eat so I asked him for my absolute favourite – a big juicy bone!

Apparently, I was not the life and soul of the party as I took my bone into the hall and ate it there whilst De and the tall person celebrated in the kitchen. Oops! I forgot to tell them it was a party for one!

Goodnight everyone.

Like a hairy dolphin

The tall person combed me this evening and I am now sleek and streamlined, like a hairy dolphin.

To show off my new look I posed on the toy room balcony for twenty minutes. I chose that place because it overlooks the street and anyone passing would be sure to notice me. Several children waved but all of the other people that passed either did not see me or were obviously too jealous or too shy to say anything. No matter, it was getting dark anyway.

Feeling quite inspired by the overwhelming public adoration I returned inside and played tug of war with the tall person. Unfortunately, my new look worked against me. I no longer had the weight advantage and he won easily. Was this the tall person’s way of getting back at me for yesterday’s football match? How much hair did he comb off me? It’s 80F at the moment and I feel cold!

He can only say ‘baa’

My one-sheep-flock woke me up just before dawn this morning and asked me to take him to the toy room balcony because he wanted to ‘watch the sun rise’. This is one of the problems of being a shepherd dog, sheep are so demanding. Half asleep, I herded him along and as usual he wandered all over the place. It took me five minutes of hard sheperding to get him to the balcony. However, I must admit it was worth it. We watched the sky gradually lighten and the sun slowly rise into the sky. Perhaps I have underestimated my sheep. He has obviously got a deep appreciation for beauty – but he still has a terrible sense of direction!

Apart from the occasional ‘baa’ we sat in silence, each contemplating the wonder of nature. It was wonderful. I was having a profound spiritual moment and then he spoiled it by depositing what I can only describe as sheep ‘poop’ on my balcony. He was deeply embarrassed but I tried to reassure him that it was okay because the tall person would use it to make the plants grow in the garden. He laughed at that and I know he wanted to ask me why the tall person would do a silly thing like that but we couldn’t really talk about it because, like all sheep, he has an extremely limited vocabularly. He can only say ‘baa’ and whenever he says it to me I usually just smile and nod my head and he has always seems happy with that.

Anyway, as the sun rose in the sky it started to get hot so I herded my sheep back to the cool bathroom. It was a lovely start to the day and I know that the tall person will be thrilled when he discovers sheep ‘poop’ on the balcony. Happy gardening tall person!