Its great here at my home at our Bolehill cottages. In general life is good and apart from having that idiot brother (Blue) around all the time (why did my mistress bring him back with her) and being on a constant diet, things are great. As I am so much better behaved than my brother I tend to get a free range of the 25 acres without been called back every five minutes. I am usually woken up at about 7:00 – 7:30 by my brother barking at something (I don’t suppose even he knows what). Then it is - ‘look cute for the master and mistress’ when they come down and await their breakfast. If I’m lucky I get a few bits of cereal from the mistress but she does tend to be mean. I only get fed once a day because my brother would only eat once a day – so I have to suffer. Can’t they give him away or something. Anyhow it is then out to release that damn chicken and then off for a walk around my estate. I keep a careful eye on the chicken while my mistress is feeding it (it might miss some scraps) then its of into the fields to see what my idiot brother is up to (another mole hill to dig up or a hare or crow to chase). Why doesn’t he chill out a bit.
Once back I need to go round our cottages to check on any scraps left out (why should the birds have them) and to see if anyone has left a door open. You never know they might have left something on the floor for me or their dog may not of finished its breakfast. I have a feeling my mistress warns people about my checks as I rarely find anything.
The snow was terrible. Idiot brother of course loved it. Its cold and wet and people throw it in the air for you to catch. WHY? Do people think I am stupid? Its cold and tasteless. Why would anyone want to catch it (except my idiot brother)?
Christmas wasn’t too good as my master and mistress had friends round for a few days. The male is allergic to dogs so we (that is me and my brother) get banned to our room. Although Blue grumbled all the time, I though it was OK. But then I did get the cage with the new double duvet that the mistress had given us before Christmas. I must admit I am a bit of a Duvet dog. It would have been nicer curled up in front of the fire with my mistress but at least we got some bits from the Christmas Lunch. Not much it has to be said but enough to remind me of dinner time. Oh well the guests have gone now, so I can go back into the lounge and lie in front of the fire (assuming that brother of mine hasn’t got there first). It will soon be dinner time!!!
If you want to see what you are missing have a look at my master’s web site (we have our own page) at pet friendly holiday