Grandma is not feeling very well today. Yesterday Mum had a lump cut off her leg that turned out to be bigger and deeper than the surgeon thought. Mum says her leg is sore. So I am guarding them both. It’s kind of hard to know which one to go to but I have a scheme – if Mum is in bed I go to her, and if Mum is up I go to Grandma. Basically I guard the sleeping…
A while back Mum and Dad got a new sofa. Mum says Dad wore the old one out. Anyway… The new one has flat wide arms, perfect for me to sit on. I spend a LOT of time searching to see where my toy has gone to when I fling it round and lose my grip. Now I have added “down the back of the sofa” to my searching places. I can jump down the back of it, grab my lost toy, and jump back again. It’s a BIG jump for a wee dog, but when the prize is my toy, anything is worth a shot. In this photo Mum took, you can see me re-emerging from down the back of the sofa. It’s a bit blurry cos I was moving fast 🙂
During the day I keep Grandma company and guard her from – well, almost everything really. It’s my job. When Mum comes home I greet her with a high-pitched yap and she ignores me till I stop that awful noise. We sit in the lounge while Mum chats to Grandma, and I sit under Grandma’s chair. Then Mum whispers “Faith, who is it?” when she hears Dad’s car slowing down for the turn into our street. I get up and stand in the middle of the lounge floor and listen for a second; then I rush for the gate to greet Dad like he’s been gone for days, not hours.
When Dad comes into the lounge I grab a toy and start flinging it round, throwing it into the air and shaking it to break it’s neck. The performance is all for Dad. Then I throw it at his feet so he can play with me. If he’s sitting down I put it on the chair beside him. He says he’s tired and doesn’t want to – but I know it’s the high point of his day. Isn’t it?
I take my job very seriously. My job is to keep Grandma company, make sure her lap is warm, keep the cat away, and protect her from things (which is why I bark a lot). Oh, and my weight on her knees help stops the mohair rug slipping off. I’m not on it to keep warm and comfy, I’m doing a useful service. Honest.
I take my work seriously. At the weekend Mum got this photo of me helping Grandma to read her large print. Grandma says I am *such* a big help.
Faith used to have her own blogspot column, but I did a daft thing and now we can’t access it anymore. Not to worry; WordPress is a lot better these days anyway. I’ll be trying to update this fairly regularly, especially since WordPress is quicker to use. In the meantime, here’s Faith looking a little puffed after playtime.