Sometimes I Just Have to Laugh

Oy Oy darling ones...

How are you this fine Easter?  Hope you are enjoying the fine weather.

I'm not, thanks for asking.  I'd much rather be running around Edinburgh's parks or diving in the glorious doggy swimming pools kindly provided by the government outside their parliament buildings... as per this photo posted by me Austrian friend:

You can find more like this on the TaxAssist West Edinburgh Facebook page just look for the posts by Immer Doch...

But here I am, having to work for living just because me humans have decided that they stupidly need to look after their customers and continue to do what they call work.

But I did have to smile the other day at a little interplay between Richard and our Admin guy, Alan.

Now, I have to say Alan is a terrific guy... I mean he's owned by a dog and everything, but, bless him, sometimes if he's concentrating on something really hard, he doesn't always hear when someone is calling his name.

Change the word 'someone' in the last sentence to 'Richard'.

On this particular occasion Alan was on his way to the post office when Richard realised he needed a letter posted.  So, he quickly followed, calling to Alan asking him to wait.

Alan didn't hear Dickie Boy who continues to chase him up the street waving his envelope frantically above his heas, all the while shouting:

'Alan, Alan, Alan, Alan...'

It made me snigger and then I started chuckling, which was soon followed by a guffaw and then a downright laugh.

Mostly because I'd remembered this piece of film...

I defy you not snigger yourself when you watch it.

Anyway, Alan eventually heard and the mail was posted, all present and correct.

But now Richard thinks it's terribly funny to wander round the office muttering 'Alan, Alan, Alan...'

That was until Alan, Alan, Alan said to him: 'You know, that's really annoying.'

Well said Alan... Alan, Alan!

What a week

Hello me ol' muckers...

'Ow's it going?

I thought I'd tell you a little about me week this week since it's been another busy one... even for me.

I know you all think I lay about looking cute every day but that's just not the way it is.  I have a full role to play in this business and I play it to the full.

I mean, I have to walk Richard in the morning, I have to greet the team as they arrive, I have to say hello to customers, keep the school children entertained, souk up to Graham Eden who rents a desk in our office...

And to cap it all I have to get a solid 7 hours sleeping time in as well.

It's not easy, I'm telling you.

This week it's been even harder as Richard's Mum and dad have been staying and... you've guessed it... it's been up to me to keep them entertained in the rain.

Well, Richard's Mum is easy enough, she's happy reading a book and scratching me ears.  It's his Dad that's the issue.  I have to take him for walks at least three times a day otherwise he gets bored.  And it's come sunshine or rain, I can tell you.  Actually, this week it's just been rain; but if there had been sunshine I'd have been walking in that too.

And all this has been on top of me usual duties... or as Richard's Dad puts it: dooties.  He's from Suffolk.

Generally speaking it's been a busy week at TaxAssist Towers (that's 113 St John's Road to you).  But there was one thing that happened to me this week that's more important than anything else... I was experimented on.

Now before you get your fur in a knot in indignation it was at a grooming school.  Apparently (and obviously) they don't get to see many woofers like me so I was the star attraction.

Not that things started very well, I have to say.  The lady who ran the grooming boudoir was, shall we say, a doggy rather than a people person... but not in a good way.  She thought she knew best what was needed.

'Well, we shall have to shave around his testicles and penis.'

What!  What?

You back off little lady otherwise you'll be taking your fingers home in a bag.

All that actually came out as grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... grrr... grrr.

But, Gawd bless 'im, Richard finally grew a backbone and stood up for me.

'Errr... well, I don't think that's a good idea,' says he.  'He doesn't like it and it makes him itch.'

'What absolute nonsense,' replies the doggy lady in a very sharp tone.  'He has to get used to it... it's like shaving for the first time.'

Richard frowned.  'That's as may be... but you're still not shaving his wedding tackle.'

'Yes, I am.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

It was like watching tennis with my head flicking backwards and forwards.

Anyway, the upshot of it was that Richard won and me balls are still covered with luscious fur.  I did get well pampered though, with a bath, perfume and a load of lovely ladies cooing over me.

I must admit, me fur puffed a bit when I was dried but I'm okay again now.