Well I now haven't been out for a walk for days and days. Everytime up till today that I've asked to go outside, I've been subjected to getting mauled by a smelly wet towel when I come back in, and I haven't managed to get many dirty muddy feet onto mum's beige rug or the bed sheets, sigh. I really thought that as the sun was shining, that today would be the day, when I could run free, get some fresh air in my lungs, and a breeze up my tail, but no, still she sits here, hour after hour looking at that bloody screen and tapping away on those keys. Or occasionally going outside and I can't go with her out the back because "it's too muddy" Huh! I'm so fed up. Have now given up even asking. Maybe she will never take me again, and I will be condemned forever to plodding round the front garden.
Oh, and if that wasn't enough, that bloody cockerel tried to get me this morning, he did give me a fright. I'm not sure of his game now, he has changed tactics, he seemed to be very friendly, but I am wondering if it was all part of a clever plot to come between me and mum? Hmmm. I will have to be on my guard in future.
I'm telling you, it's no laughing matter!