I expect you all want to know what else I got up to during my time at Inshriach House (see previous post) and if I behaved myself.
Well.
I went on lots of snowy walks with the humans.
I am now (almost) always well behaved on walks. Except of course when there are Highland cattle to scare away.
Which worked quite well, especially on Lyn.
This fellow Max joined us on day two. Only problem was, he seemed to be under the impression that he was some kind of a Top Dog. Which of course was JUST NOT TRUE.
As I told him loud and often.
We did make friends in the end, after a fashion. Well, at least for as long Gerry had treats to dish out.
Talking of dishes, boy, you will not believe how much those humans ate.
And after dinner we all settled down in the comfy sitting room.
Well I was comfy, anyway...
On Sunday night we listened to Sean read one of his intriguing ghost stories *. The title of the tale was 'The Silence Room'. Was someone trying to make a subtle point about my barking, I later wondered...?
I have to admit I was not the quietest member of the party...
Also, to continue in confessional mode, I did, er, 'dampen' the hall floor a couple of times.
And, I now want to formally apologize to Lyn, for objecting so strongly to her riding in the passenger seat of the Mini. Had I only realized what a fine lap she has, I would most certainly have been gentler on her wrist...
Yes, I must concede that my behavior was not at all times perfect.
However, the fact that the owner of the house will be tucking into a delicious casserole one night this week, made from a freshly killed and very local chicken, has, I want to point out, absolutely nothing to do with me. No, the culprit shall remain nameless.
And you would think that butter wouldn't melt in his mouth....
PS Watch out for my next post, which will be my long awaited important scientific publication on climate change.
