Thursday, 21 February 2008

Missed Dog

I’m gritty eyed from three hours’ sleep last night. No, not from a night of wild and passionate sex but due to an overactive brain and Himself coughing for most of the night. Now I feel light headed and other worldly. My brain is in there somewhere, but it’s far away, gone on walkabouts. I don’t expect it to reappear for a while.

I was tempted to lie in a bit this morning, but we had to collect Annie the Old English Sheepdog at 8am. When we got there, Betty’s gate was locked and there was no sign of her car. This seemed a bit strange but I figured perhaps she’d already gone up to the castle (I didn’t consider how she might have got out with the dog when she’d locked herself in which shows the state of my brain).

Thinking that she’d misheard the arrangements, we drove up to the castle which is a 10 minute drive. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was warming the dew and there many dogwalkers about – but no Betty and Annie. Himself swept round the car park and silently and at considerable speed, drove back here.

This time her gate was open so I ran down and knock on her conservatory door. Nothing. I went in and knocked on her locked kitchen door. Silence. No barking from Annie.

I returned to the car where Himself glowered silently. We drove back to the castle, again in silence. Hoorah – Betty’s car was there, though no sign of her or Annie. We walked Mollie round the castle, figuring that we always meet them somewhere along the way – she likes to go anti-clockwise, so we went clockwise, walking faster and faster.

Himself’s cough did not improve with all this activity, and as we got back to the last part of the walk, we saw Betty in the distance get back into her car and drive off.

A lot of muttering followed which I’m sure you can get the drift of, and we drove back here to find no Betty. I wrote her a note explaining what had happened and asked her to ring us.

She did, half an hour later, very contrite when she realised she’d locked us out, and that we’d been driving round Falmouth for the best part of an hour. Unfortunately the whole point of the exercise was to get Annie used to our car and us before Betty goes away. Sometimes the best laid plans just don’t work out.

But we have a friend coming for the weekend who’s a professional dog sitter with a passion for big dogs. I foresee love at first sight.

And now - is it bedtime yet?

14 comments:

ChrisH said...

Doh! How annoying! Hope you get the right kind of deep, post coital sleep soon!

Flowerpot said...

chris - thanks. I'm all over teh place at teh moment and trying to write is extremely difficult!

Rebecca Taunton said...

That must've been quite annoying. I hope you manage to get some rest FP.

Flowerpot said...

RT - well, you seem to survive on very little sleep. I don't know how you do it!

Akelamalu said...

LOL - follow my leader eh?

A professional dog sitter could come in very handy. Hope you get some sleep. x

Graham, Prince & Tilly said...

What a farce eh? I think your weekend visitor may get more than they bargained for - do they know that they have a 'client' waiting?!

laurie said...

oh whew.... when i saw your title i worried that the dog had run off.

hope himself's cough improves.

and enjoy a doggie weekend.

Sweet Irene said...

What an exercise in frustration that was! You must get that woman straightened out before she is off on her trip.

Little Wing said...

Flowerpot, I hope 'Himself' is feeling better and you get some much deserved shut eye!!!!!

Flowerpot said...

Ak - yes slept well thankfully!

Graham - farce is one word for it. We had others, not quite so polite!

Flowerpot said...

laurie - no that's my nightmare! And dont talk to me about coughs...

sweet irene - she's gone now but all went well this morning - touch wood!

Flowerpot said...

little wing - I slept well and himself - well, he's still coughing but i made him get cough mixture today...

Rebecca Taunton said...

FP - yes, I do seem to survive on very little sleep but I wouldn't recommend it! I can get quite snappy sometimes.

Philipa said...

Post coital sleep? What's that??

I know what you mean about being tired - my legs were giving way today as I walked down the stairs. I have to have a day off! But my children look at me with that 'you don't care about us mummy' if they are not entertained every waking moment of the weekend. When that includes working 3 hours in the kitchen only to watch them turn their nose up at a roast beef dinner and ask for Tesco pizza, I could cry.

Hand in there fp, it might be fab weather tommorow :-)