Hello, Everyone, Barry-the-dog here. I told Grandma I was ready for my close up and she quickly whipped out her camera. I’m surprised she didn’t have it ready, she had to scramble through all kinds of bits and pieces in her bag while I stood there, patiently waiting.
I am in my own home here. Grandma and Granddad were looking after me yesterday afternoon while Mummy was at work and Daddy was at the dentist. They are very good, they don’t leave me on my own, and I love it when Granny and Granddad come to see me as they’re easily distracted and I can snaffle some biscuits when they’re not looking.
Indeed, I saw Granny and Granddad again today. Mummy and Daddy were going to a friends’ house for what they said was “a barbecue.” I’ve heard of these things but never been to one. One doggy friend said humans cooked meat outside on a fire and he couldn’t understand why this was when there was a perfectly good cooker in the kitchen. But that’s humans for you!
Granddad wanted to watch a short technology programme on TV this afternoon, so Mummy – she says such programmes “bore her witless” – decided to lie on the bed and have a snooze. And then she decided to get a cup of coffee and while she was gone, I thought, why waste a nice warm patch on the bed …
I’m not allowed on the bed at home, nor is Granny too pleased when she finds me on her bed, but then I look all cute and appealing and she says, “Oh, look at the little chap, I’ve not the heart to disturb him!” She’s such a pushover!
Seriously, I enjoy my visits to Granny and Granddad’s home, but Granny can be strict and if I bark too much at a passing C.A.T. (they think I can’t spell!) she makes me SIT and KEEP QUIET! And I know I won’t be getting any more B.I.S.C.U.I.T.S. for a while!