2017 February – The Great Escape and House Hunting?, Vet, It’s all too much, Something Borrowed..
The Great Escape
And henceforth let it be known all around the land of ‘The Mews’ that I Saffron (also known as Dobby, Yellow Peril & Monkey) is renamed Houdini in acknowledgment of my GREAT ESCAPE.
Yesssss…… Houdini has worked out how to open the front door. She has apparently also been terrorising the neighbours workmen and she may also have taken herself for a little walk to check out The Mews and possibly the main road too.
Houdini was certainly panting a lot when she returned and she may have been caught out in a recent rain shower. Which is ironic really as Mum was in the shower herself at the time of the GREAT ESCAPE.
There is now extra security in place, namely that the front door has to be kept permanently locked at all times now, as well as closed. I don’t mind that and I am looking as inscrutable as the Great Sphinx because I know I will work out a way of getting out again. Just watch me.
PS: I was going to name myself Steve (after Steve McQueen) but Houdini sounds more exotic than Steve to be honest. No offence Steve.
House hunting?
This is me looking a bit sad because Mum has gone away for the week. She has decided that she wants to move house. I am getting the feeling that she can be a bit impulsive at times.
We’ll have to see about that.
I have taken to lying in the hallway so I know when she gets back.
Mum didn’t come back today so I slept on her bed. I had muddy paws and I scrumpled it all up. She will know it’s me but I don’t care.
The offspring that have been looking after me have got me some new toys to cheer me up.
It’s working. I am feeling a bit better thank you.
But still, when is Mum coming back please?
Mum is back and she has decided that we will stay here for a while after all. She really knows how to put a doggo though it. I expect I will be incredibly demanding for the next few days just to teach her a lesson.
Vet
This is a picture of me feeling a tiny bit better. I ate a lamb bone and was sick and I also had diarrhoea. I haven’t been able to eat anything all day.
Mum and offspring #3 took me to the emergency vet (because this was the weekend of course) just in case.
There were 2 vets so I wasn’t at all happy about that but they cornered me and listened to my heart. I doubt they heard much over all the growling. They felt my tummy and took my temperature and weighed me and gave me 2 injections.
I didn’t stand a chance.
Then we came home and I had a drink and some more weird medicine wrapped up in the tiniest bit of ham imaginable.
I am still feeling glum to be honest. There was talk about a follow up visit to the vet tomorrow but we’ll just have to see about that.
I must have lost about half my bodyweight and I feel as if I have aged a decade.
I have almost gone off lamb, the pesky little blighters.
It is all too much…
Gary the plumber is still here but I am exhausted.
He has been here a few days. If I hear him moving around the house again I will be straight on it I can assure you. I have a feeling he is breaking things from the noise he is making and I am definitely not taking the blame for that.
Phil has also been here and he is something to do with tiles.
Mum says Gary and Phil are both quite nice but I can’t help myself, I don’t trust ’em.
I don’t trust Mum’s judgement either. She sometimes says other dogs are nice too and that is quite clearly incorrect.
Something ..er… borrowed…?
I s’plained to Mum that I had just borrowed the badger cuddly toy from offspring #3’s room, but she didn’t seem to believe me and took it back.
I borrowed it again cos I’m sure that would be fine and Mum has properly put it back now and shut the bedroom door.
So s’pose I will just have to make do with the few toys I have got.
I am not having a great time. If offspring #3 was here she would sort it out.
Saffron’s recommendations this month:
Music: This month let’s go for – Green Day – God’s Favourite Band. Stylistically compared to first wave punk bands / alt rock and also referred to as punk revivalists. Here’s some of their stuff. Yeah, nice.
Wake me up when September Ends
21 Guns
Good Riddance (Time of your Life)
Basket Case
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Longview
Holiday (oh yessss…)
Still Breathing (fab)
Know Your Enemy – (ooooh divisive it seems but what a fab track)
Reading: The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, published by Vintage. Makes the extraordinary seem ordinary and the impossible plausible. An original, poignant and inspirational love story. A crossing of 2 timelines. Clever.
Film: Brief Encounter, starring Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard. A David Lean film from 1945 and based on the Noel Coward one act story ‘Still Life’. A classic.