Mama’s FAVOURITE photo of me! Dada just poked the camera under the settee where I was relaxing, and this is the surprise that awaited them in the camera! Must admit I kinda like it myself!
November is National Novel Writing Month and we have been asked by Rocco to participate in a round robin story. We are really excited about this. So to bring you all up to date with the story so far, here’s where you can catch up, then read my bit. Can’t wait to see what happens in the end!
And our chapter is …
No …. the smell actually smells like Mama’s “Meat Lovers Biscuits” she makes for me every couple of weeks – she doesn’t like buying kibble, but prefers to bake my biscuits herself …. Anyway less of that, what are those humans doing here?
I creep stealthily into the cabin on my 4inch legs – lucklily no one is interested in looking at the floor so I seem to be able to continue unnoticed – thank goodness for that – so I manage to get to the back door and escape into the night. My master most certainly was not amongst those humans having their fun in that cabin. Or was that fun … I’m so not sure ….
Oh boy …. so if he wasn’t there where oh where was he. Was I distracted by the smell of cooking? Or was his smell mingled within that delicious smell of baking in order to put me off my trail. I’m better than that. I can feel he was here … but not anymore.
Oh shall not be deterred. Help is needed. The snow is still falling and I’m surrounded by the forest. In this environment I am more at peace. No squealing, stomping or shouting humans in cabins that make me jump …. just the peace of a forest at midnight with snowflakes fluttering around me.
I stride forward. Confident that my posture will put off anyone trying to stop me find my master. Into the mist I tread. Into the snow covered countryside. Into the dark. Into the cold. Into to ….. Oh boy! what on earth is that emerging from the woods ……
The next chapter can be found at Critter Alley
This always makes me Bark Out Loud. This is the stream quite close to home. But I always make sure I grab a drink …. a long drink from this stream. I do this on purpose ‘cos Mama is usually desperate for a tiddle herself by this time and on the odd occasion she’s had to stand very very still until the feeling has passed!
This is Kelpie. Sadly she passed away in 2008 at the young age of 9yrs and 4months of chronic renal failure. But, she lived life to the full. There was never a day she wouldn’t try and steal some sort of food.
Here she is, during one of our pit-stops, helping to clean up a cup of tomato soup! Nothing stopped her ….. only the inevitable.
Mama says this is typically me. But I’m sure there’s more of us just like this. Are you one of them?