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.

AS was here

Agent Slim stayed over. I checked and then hid all my toys before she arrived but she still tried it on with ST and a kong wubba last evening. Honestly.
And she tore up my bed. My bed! Nothing's sacred.
She started on at me on our walk this morning but I actually quite enjoyed that, so she can do that again.
Yes.

Uh-oh

Things are really ticking FP off today, I can tell.

Muddy Puddle

I love Muddy Puddle and have devoted many hours to improving it and splashing about in it. 

Muddy Puddle is my own Work of Art that I have dedicated to the public.

However, I think the rain should stop now as Muddy Puddle is turning into Muddy Small Lake and I fear it will become Muddy Swamp.

So, rain: Stop Now Please. 

Thanks.

AS and the Art of Greeting Callers to the House

AS doesn't even live here but defends the front door like it was her own. When I'm over at her place I'm a lot cooler, often just appearing with a snarling expression at the window.
I've tried having a word and last night she promised me faithfully that she'd reign it in a bit, not go so crazy next time someone opened the garden gate.
Well, some faithful promise that turned out to be now that we're both banished to the upstairs!
And she's nicked my room!
She's awesome at nabbing biscuits though. I think she's part spider and nearly fearless when she starts climbing the shelves. Some of the things she's found up on the higher ones are amazing.