I’m very excited because my Aunty Olivia, Uncle Derek and
cousin Victoria are coming to visit me in six days' time. I do manage to
contain my excitement but, between us, they find it more difficult. They
produce a sort of Rupert advent calendar to count off the days — you can see Aunty Olivia with it here. Of course, when
they arrive, I make a great fuss of them and spoil them — not just because they
bring me presents and give me treats when they’re here, but because I love them
lots. I'm such a good host that I even let them play with my Frisbee and take
me for long walks. This time, I might even teach them to hunt truffles and give
them some tips from my drama classes.
Sadly, once they leave Linda and David are pretty strict
with me and all I hear for days is, “You’ve had enough treats!”. I restrain
myself and do not retaliate by saying, “And you’ve had enough wine!”. But they
know what I’m thinking! Then I take a prolonged nap — all those extra walks,
cuddles and games tire me out.
Hello Rupert,
ReplyDeleteRobbie the Sheltie here. I need help. I CAN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I understand that humans, like us, need to play, so I try to be tolerant of them watching fun things on TV. But it has gone TOO FAR. For what seems like the last month they have been watching 150 men on bikes almost kill themselves going up and down vertical mountains. Do you not have buses or trains? Then, as if that is not enough, as soon as it ended my dad turned on cricket. Now, you are a Brit, but for a game to last 5 days?? Give me a break. I am as patriotic as the next Scot, but this is seriously cutting into my walks and play time. My dad is a Scot, so what's wrong with curling? Lasts an hour or two, it's nice and cool, especially for me with a long fur coat, then it's off to the pub.
And just when I thought it was over, they are talking about something called the O limb picks, which is to go on for a few more weeks.
I'm over it. I'm planning on running away to a remote farm somewhere and herding a few sheep (some animals are so stupid).
Hello Robbie. I share your pain. Linda and David have been talking about those men on bikes too. Because we’ve lived in France for so long, they think I understand what it’s all about, but I haven’t yet worked out what the men on bikes are chasing. I thought I heard someone say it was a yellow jersey, but surely you can buy one of those in lots of shops? It seems a lot of trouble to go to, especially when it’s so hot.
DeleteI don’t know much about curling, but will ask a Scottish friend of mine to explain it. They are more into something called boules over here. It’s not that energetic or exciting, so I get bored watching it and it's so dull it's not even on TV. Lots of people throw large silver balls and hope to hit a small white one. Then they get annoyed if I try to help by going to fetch the white ball for them. You just can’t please some people.
I think herding sheep might be difficult — actually I understand herding anything is difficult. Only the other day, when I got confused over some instructions, I’m sure I heard Linda mutter, “It’s just like herding cats”. As if! But I could think of a few places to herd that Kandy who upset me so much.
My humans have also been talking about these O limb picks, so I have a feeling my walks will be cut short too. I don’t know what they are either. I wonder if they are what those men on bikes were chasing?
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