Woof!

It saddens me to say that I must write in reference to dogs again. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to regale you with my latest mouse catching adventures but alas no. I have to report about the two dogs (collies I believe they are) that have come to stay at the cottage for a few days.

In a nutshell - they never stop bloody barking

Dogs will be dogs, I realise that, and dogs will bark (of course they will). In fact a barking dog can be quite useful at times if say there are intruders about (yes gentle reader, even dogs have their uses). But this pair are relentless. From morning till night it's just a constant drone of barking. I mean, the dog here barks and very often without good reason but not all the bloody time like those two. It's doing my head in and I'm planning on ways that I can render them silenced. There must be something.

I've taken to sleeping during the day on top of the water pump box which has Ange's clothes hanging above it. That way I can at least muffle some of the noise out.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark! That's a rough impression of them. Honestly, it never stops.

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Swimming

Laugh! I thought I'd never stop. Tears were streaming down my gorgeous furry cheeks and I physically shook with wave after wave of merriment. I refer of course to the time last year when the lummox fell into the canal. Made a complete wassock of himself in front of all and sundry on the towpath he did, splashing about like a lame hippo. Berk! I loved it of course.

However, he didn't go in on his own accord. It was an accident. His lumbering great feet slipped on the gunwales and down he went. If he wasn't such an ox of a man and if he had the choice then it just wouldn't have happened (and I wouldn't have had such a laugh). The same can't be said for dogs though. You know, it never ceases to amaze me when I sit on the roof and time and time again I see a dog go hurtling head long into the canal and start swimming around in there. And they do it for fun. FUN!!! What on earth is the matter with them?

Let's consider the main drawbacks of such behaviour shall we?

1. It's wet
2. It's dirty water
3. It's wet

Then they'll go home with their masters (or servants as we cats call them) and make a bloody great mess everywhere. The dog here does it all the time. You couldn't keep her out of that filthy water if you tried and then she'll come lolling about on the furniture and leave damp patches all over it like the big galoot that she is.

Dogs? I'll never understand them!

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