Taz: Mum is losing her marbles. She took us to one of those showey things last weekend but it took ages to get there. We had the housey-thing-on-wheels attached to the back of the car which always makes us slower but it took forever. 61/2 hours, yes 6 1/2 hours it took us to get there. All stop, start and stop start. Anyway we got there in the end; and then of course it was that very strange ritual of 'the banging in of poles and the warming up of kettles'.
It was very hot and when Mum was taking me to the ring for my go, I noticed that some of the little gardens had paddling pools in them. I want one of those. It did look like fun. I shall be a good boy and ask Mum really nicely then perhaps she will get me one. I'll even share it with Squid.
I tried very hard this weekend to keep the poles up and Mum seemed very pleased with me. I am a good boy. I tried to read the little numbers by the jumps and dashed off knowing that Mum would be surprised at just how clever I am, but apparently I don't know what order the numbers go in yet. I will keep trying to learn because I am a good boy and it will be much easier for Mum if I can read the numbers.
Mum didn't get any trophies or rosettes this weekend, not even with that Squiddy thing, but she didn't seem to mind. She told us we were very clever dogs and that she loves us so much. I love my Mum, she is always pleased with us - except when Squid washes the dishes in the dishwasher! I slink off in the other room cos I know he's being naughty. He is so stupid. Mum will catch him at it and then there'll be trouble. When will he learn?
Mum said that Squid was running in a 'Final' on Saturday evening, and I don't think that went very well either, but again Mum didn't seem to mind. She is very strange sometimes, she gets all excited and thrilled when we get one of those rosettes but doesn't seem to mind if we don't - I always do well, even when we don't get one of those things - it'll be the judges fault because he has put the numbers in the wrong order. I try to show that person, the one who stands in the middle of the ring and waves their arms about; what a good course looks like. I much prefer mine to theirs but Mum always tries to make me do theirs, so sometimes I ignore her and say 'look Mum this would better' and off I go with my ears flying - they are ears to die for you know - Mum says so, so it must be right.
This weekend we are off to Cornwall and Emily is coming with us. She is bringing Cairo. I love Emily. She used to live with us and she would give me lots of cuddles and kisses. I wonder why she doesn't live with us anymore............what did that Squiddy do that made her move out? It must be him because she said I was gorgeous so it can't possibly be me. Anyway I will make up for lost time this weekend and snuggle in close to her. I will be such a good boy, she might want to move back in with us. I will take Cairo to one side and have a chat with him and explain what he has to do in the ring - go over all the jumps, through the tunnels, and to stop and look for chicken on the end of the planky things; that way Emily's 'clear round shoes' will start working and she will be sticking one of those rosettes in his face and saying 'look what you have done. You clever boy' She will thank me for my little chat with him. You see..............I am a good boy!
