Sofa

AS is on the sofa. A couple of times she has attempted to occupy FP's seat but FP has taken a stand about this and moved her to ST's seat. FP's smart like that.

It is of the hotness

AS and I are finding this Heat Wave tough going. For example, I like to chill out on the lawn* when I'm not chilling out in the house however it's bloody boiling at the top of the garden and I feel like my brain's on fire by the time I drag myself indoors.

AS does no better than me but she likes to hide out amongst the bushes so by the time she's dragging fried brain indoors she's gone a sort of greyish colour and is covered in dust.

Both of us are drinking a lot more water than usual but AS dribbles so the kitchen floor's nearly always covered in water. This dribbling thing puts a tick in both the 'pro' and the 'con' column for AS visits as far as I'm concerned. It's too hot for me to spend any effort deciding whether it's more pro than con though.

We're walking earlier in the park but it's still too warm for us to do much. I've barked at hardly anyone since the Heat Wave began** and AS has attempted her special Boneless Protest*** a number of times only to be hauled back onto her paws and taken to a shady area.

I'd give anything for an ice lolly right now.

*I say lawn but it's more like a piece of scrub land thanks to the fact that I pee on it daily

**The Heat Wave began a lot longer ago in dog time, remember that

***AS's Boneless Protests amount to her flopping down in a heap, as if crushed by an anvil which is then lifted to reveal the devastated body of a dog. Often one skinny little leg is poking out from underneath her body at a queer angle. It's quite funny to see her in action but it never achieves her aim of being carried about the rest of the walk.

Agent Slim is here

AS is with us for a holiday. I say 'with us' but really she's just on the sofa asleep. 

I took all the usual precautions for her arrival:

1. hid all my best toys
2. ate all my best snacks
3. dug a small hole by the fence.

In other news, we're half way through our book!

More book

We're still reading the book I told you about last time and apparently dogs have magical powers...

Dogs don't really have magical powers but we are quite smart and can sniff out good things when we need to.

Some good things I have sniffed out recently include roast lamb (Sundays are a wonderful time in this house) and FP's Kit Kat just when the heat was getting unbearable yesterday.

There was also a bit in our book about the kind of dogs you meet where you walk. We meet the same group of dogs and owners every day when we walk in our usual place. I don't like change so this is very satisfactory.

New book

We've started reading a new book. One of the early chapters includes a bit about naming a dog and it reminded me of a dog I knew in the park who was called Clawdius - hilarious!

Anyway, I mainly use code names for this blog and they're all inspired by personality traits as I get to know my park friends. Humans accompanying dogs in the park are frequently known only as X's Owner(s) as it's more controversial to give them code names based on things they do. In fact, if I'm being honest, most owners would be called Stops A Lot as they all stand about most of the time, failing to walk completely whilst they swap anecdotes and such. Boring stuff. I bark whenever ST & FP stop walking.

Bang

I heard a 'bang' last night. I was asleep in my bed and suddenly "BANG!" in the middle of the night. Of course I immediately figured the world was ending so I headed for the shower, which place is a guarantee of safety no matter what sort of danger is afoot.

When I woke up in the shower this morning it was before ST & FP were awake so there's no possible way they could have known that I went there without thinking to ensure their safety as well as my own.

Uncomfortable

I'm lying here with my head wedged against the corner of the desk and my back legs jammed against the sofa. I am by no means comfortable but I am not going to move.