Have rediscovered the 3am feed. It's soooooo great. It's been really cold. Pam gets up for the loo. I growl and she goes to let me out. I stare at my dish, or the food cupboard or the fridge. It all depends whether I want dog food or chicken. I make no attempt to go out. I just push her around the kitchen until she wakes up and gets the idea. Humans can be so slow at times.
Wednesday 4th March Mirren
I have been told that I should give classes in relaxation. (Either that or classes in sluttish behaviour but I shall treat this comment with the disdain it deserves.) I just know, instinctively, how to relax. Pam says Monty was the same. Must be our breeding. Deerhounds chill, okay!!
Well, unless Magnus tries to take my bit of cheese. I was upside down at the time, relaxing, and he thought he could nip in and steal it. I had to remind him who is boss and give him a good growling. I even bared my teeth, which, as I have said before, are specacularly white and shiny.
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