Sleepless in north Wales
Hmmm - doesn't quite have the same ring to it as 'Sleepless in Seattle' but the end result is the same. Between twenty past three and four o'clock is the time when I usually surface from the arms of Morpheus (Yes, he's there too - no wonder the bed's so crowded and no, it's not the one from The Matrix. Just click on the link!). After that, it's the luck of the draw whether I go back to sleep again or stay awake, tossing and turning, listening to sounds of snores (Keith) and snuffles (Paddy).
This morning, it was the latter, so eventually, I gave in, got up and here I am, at a little past five in the morning, with my cup of tea and whatever rubbish there is on television at this time of the morning.
I'm not complaining really. I am more a morning than a night person, so for me, early morning is the best part of the day, especially during the summer months, when it is light by now and the birds have been performing the dawn chorus for the past hour and at least I no longer lie awake telling myself that I must go back to sleep as I shall have to get up in x numbet of hours for work. These days, life is more relaxed, rather like Yorkshire Pudding's - a leisurely breakfast, followed by a longish walk with Paddy and then coffee with Keith if I don't have an 'early' morning client (These days 'early' is ten o'clock) and then on with the rest of the day.
But for now, I'm sitting here waiting for the day to begin and the birds to start singing.
My trip to Sheffield
Well, Jenny and I went off to Sheffield to see Kathy on Friday, as arranged and we had a lovely walk in the afternoon. Mind you, we only did about six miles, which is a piece of cake for me. Jenny kept complaining that I was pulling at the lead, but really, there were so many lovely new smells to investigate - Yorkshire smells instead of Welsh smells. It makes a difference, you know. And then, back at Kathy's, there were some very appealing, plump hens in the back garden. She really knows how to look after a little fellow like me! Unfortunately, Jenny wouldn't let me get anywhere near them! I only wanted to say hello and maybe play with them for a few minutes.
In the evening, Kathy and Jenny went off to see a friend of Kathy's and left me in the house on my own! However, Mark came in soon afterwards and I actually got to sleep on his bed for a couple of hours, as Kathy and Jenny were rather late coming in. I'm not sure if Mark really wanted me to lie on the bed, but he was too polite to object.
The next morning we had a little walk in the nearby park and I was very polite to the other dogs in there. Jenny wondered why I can't be like that to the dogs round here. I do too, but I don't really know the answer to that.
A nice walk
It seems that Jenny is off to Sheffield on Friday to see Kathy. I did hear her on the phone making arrangements but, as I was curled up comfortably on my armchair, snoozing gently, I didn't take much notice. But then, she started telling Keith about it and he has been making weird comments all evening.
"Ha! You'll be dead on Friday evening," he says
"You'll end up with legs like a dachshund," he gloats with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Putting two and two together, it seems that I am going too. Well, that seems OK. I remember that Kathy has hens in the garden - good for chasing if I am ever allowed to get near them. No, the problem is that they are planning on taking me on a ten mile walk! Well, I know Border terriers are supposed to have lots of stamina and can walk all day without a break, but as I am only half Border terrrier, I am wondering if I have inherited those genes, or only the chasing ones.
Aren't dachshunds those little dogs with very short legs?
I might have to try and opt out of this...
"Ha! You'll be dead on Friday evening," he says
"You'll end up with legs like a dachshund," he gloats with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Putting two and two together, it seems that I am going too. Well, that seems OK. I remember that Kathy has hens in the garden - good for chasing if I am ever allowed to get near them. No, the problem is that they are planning on taking me on a ten mile walk! Well, I know Border terriers are supposed to have lots of stamina and can walk all day without a break, but as I am only half Border terrrier, I am wondering if I have inherited those genes, or only the chasing ones.
Aren't dachshunds those little dogs with very short legs?
I might have to try and opt out of this...
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