So, after an eventful visit to the ‘guild’ with my dad. It’s eventful cause there is so much going on there. My dad is busy handing out treats for people to give them to me, for which I am very grateful, but I can also hear a rustle a mile away. Once they have started I home in on that sound, and they are getting ready to give me a treat, but they are also trying to do it on the sly so that my dad doesn’t catch them giving me too many and get them into trouble…..so I am watching too….just to try and help them, and when I think dad isn’t looking I will paw at their leg to let them know the coast is clear. It’s all very cloak and dagger stuff. But……rewarding…….
Then, if was off on my holidays as they were away…yes…again…. but I love going to see Jim and Jackie, they look after me so well and there are lots of pals to play with. This time, when out on my walks I became a bit obsessed with digging a hole beside a log.
Jackie would often say to me, ‘are you trying to get to Australia to see your mum and dad?’ To be fair I have no idea what Australia is, but I would be very surprised if it was under this log!!
I was just digging for the roots…there is something quite tasty about freshly dug roots. What a treat!!! Mum and dad made it safely back from holiday, which was all good, and I am back at home with the ‘cat.’ I was ‘treated’ very well on both outings.
The moral of this tail is……….. Sometimes, the good things in life come easy, and that is great, treats just keep coming, sometimes from the most unexpected places. You can’t beat a bit of dropped ham or cheese….. other times…. well…. you need to be doing a bit of digging to get there. Sometimes, even in all the mud and dirt some good stuff can be found. In these times, you can’t give up, you just gotta keep digging.
