My name
is Harry, Iv'e heard it said that I am a King Charles Spaniel which
is a type of dog and I believe I'm around 6 years old. My ears are
too long my nose too wet and my legs too short but despite this I
enjoy my life in North Wales and spend each day being harassed and
belittled by my good “friend” Ozzy. Ozzy is as Iv'e heard it
said is called a cat, with a large pink belly and very long whiskers
which in my opinion makes him a really peculiar creature.
Each
morning my two legged friends let me outside to do my ritual leg
cocking and squats, I presume this is because they seem adverse to me
cocking my leg up against the kitchen table! They feed both myself
and Ozzy and then goodbyes are said and off they go, Each time this
happens Ozzy and myself look at each other in disbelief, are they
really going to leave us alone all day here in this house, to do
whatever we like? Are they mad? Or maybe they just do not know what
shananigan's we get upto.. well you are about to find out the
adventures we embark upon...
Day 1 …
The day
starts with Ozzy making the high pitched whining noise that he never
tires of making, a sort of meeeow, meeeeow, meeeow, this can means
one thing, the day is about to start and the pair upstairs have
awaken, Ozzy always becomes alerted to any rumblings and starts his
morning chorus I on the otherhand am not so keen on any premature
early morning risings.
When I
eventually raise my head, I hear slurping from the kitchen, Ozzy's
been fed, foul play is afoot here, where's my food? On entering the
kitchen the taller human is there doing what he always does, it
always seems like some sort of pre leaving the house ritual of
packing things into a box and putting on layers and layers of
clothes, I suppose those humans get very cold out there without the
fur I have, lucky me ,I need to let the taller human know I'm hungry,
so I try the “bum shake”, this involves me staying rooted to the
spot and shaking side to side, sometimes this works but not today as
my human friend seems distracted, must be late for wherever he's
going, these humans are always rushing around somewhere, I presume
wherever they go everyday is very, very important. The humans treat
me well, the taller one sometimes does shout at me but also gives my
belly a rub in just the right spot, the more tame, smaller human is
more patient with me and usually after some mild persuasion allows me
to dump my chunky frame on her lap every night.
Back to
the issue of food.. as the “bum shake” is failing me this morning
I'm going to have to step things up, I'm a hungry dog and I want some
food, how does he expect me to make my way back into the living room
and hop back on the sofa if I haven't refuelled! What I will simply
do is let out my eardrum busting, window shattering bark, woof, woof,
woof, that's all it takes, within 30 seconds I am told to “be
quiet” and then my bowl is full of lovely plain, dry biscuits,
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