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.