Author Archives: Mr Boo

Ouch!

It’s been a while.

I do have a reason; mistresses big and small took me for a walk to the vets…..later that afternoon I took my revenge by refusing to walk home-big mistress had to carry me in the rain all the way!!!…and I am not a chihuahaua, put it that way.

I played the sympathy card to the max..lying in front of the fire, like a draught excluder, plaintive, soulful look on my face, occasionally rolling my eyes in mock agony. Mistress responded by putting a lampshade over my head…I would not be seen dead in that colour. Her friend Jamie called me a ‘spacedog’ (he has gone in my little black book of future gnashings) and they laughed when I attempted to flump downstairs…my head was so heavy. In fact, both mistresses found me hilarious as I bumped into things with my tunnel vision. Do not, however, call the RSPCA for they also gave me a million cuddles.

It’s my birthday!!

Well…my six month birthday.

Mistress is at work but I hear the plumber is calling round to fix the shower that exploded last week, so potential new gnashing opportunities.

Before she left this morning I put my muzzle on my mistresses foot and looked up at her with my big dark eyes in a particularly plaintive fashion; I know she will now be feeling guilty all day.

This morning Mr. Pig and I played ‘torment the cat’. Unfortunately, small mistress now has a high sleeper bed and when Z (the cat) nimbly legged it up the ladder, I was unable to follow; I am supposed to be a ‘Toy’ dog, but am turning out ‘bigger than billed’ as my master frequently says. He is very grumpy for a lot of the time but I suspect that he is secretly fond of me. He gets up very early in the morning to have some quiet time on his computer and I have begun to lie across his feet after breakfast-I think he likes it. Sometimes I prefer him to my mistresses big and small (hitherto known as BM and SM) as they are always speaking to me in squeaky voices which annoys me. He rarely speaks to me but when he does it is on a need to know basis; factual, not squeaky and in my face. He also buys me lots of bones which keep me out of trouble.

I like him.

Ooh…someone’s coming..plumber? No…my friend Sandy. She is a friend of BM and me, and she is lovely. She must be coming to let me out into the garden. Must go…