Rupert feels neglected

I’m feeling a bit neglected. Linda and David went on holiday and left me at home. They didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with them. I know it might have been difficult getting me to Florida, but I’m sure it would have been possible.

Apparently they went for a ride on a Harley Davidson motorbike. I would have enjoyed riding pillion on one of those, with a bandana around my neck. I would also have liked to chase an alligator or two — it would make a change from truffles. “No you wouldn’t,” shouts Linda. “They would chase you instead and probably catch you.”

Still, I wasn’t left on my own. A nice lady called Bridget came and stayed with me while I was away. I thought we might have a wild party or two where I could let my fur down. I could have invited Ferney and Bess and some of my other friends, like Benz the kitten, but Bridget said no, so we went on lots of walks instead.

She made me some nice dinners, but she didn’t sprinkle herbes de provence over my chicken or add garlic to it like David does.  Still, I found I could wrap her around my paw and get her to take me on more walks than usual and give me the occasional doggy treat.

I have to confess that I did get a bit smelly after digging up something nasty, and was a bit unwell. Someone suggested that Bridget spray me with Febreze before Linda and David returned, but it seems I will just be paying a visit to Funky Toiletage soon.

I was very pleased, though, when Linda and David came back and my meals returned to their usual cordon bleu standard. Sadly, though, they didn’t bring me a present although they seemed to have bought a lot of things for themselves. But I think they were glad to see me and I gave them a nice welcome back.