Well, it's been quite a hectic couple of weeks since our last note.
Ellie and I spent the weekend by ourselves huddled together like two dogs left on their own for the weekend.
Master Craig, Mistress Liz and Increasingly Upright Young Master Elliot all took off to Sydney on a baby-visiting mission and left us to guard the compound. We are actually starting to miss Young Master Elliot, since he's about the only family member excited to see us - no "down boy", "sit", "out of my face".... Instead he actually smiles and laughs - he even opened the door to let us in last week - he's not a bad baby - as I say to other dogs - he's a baby with a bit of gumption - a doer not a sitter. He also does throw us food (mainly excess of his food) through any open doors.
Master Elliot has also learnt to open the flyscreen on the windows - so we tend to get a few balls, toys and door stops thrown to us - it's not a bad game. Just the other day, Elliot threw us his dummy (pacifier) - now they're quite a fun contraption. You can chew on it but you don't actually eat it. I was trying to disprove that use, but Master Craig saw me out the window and didn't think it very funny - that is, my sitting down the backyard with Young Master Elliot's dummy in my mouth.
So things on the Elliot front are quite OK.
But, I'm still feeling quite stressed. I've noticed a number of things creeping into my life. In the backyard, I'm finding that the Sun is too loud. Whilst I'm dazzled by that, the trees have begun chasing me. Then when I look around I can actually see the individual atoms in the air vibrating. I'm getting a little scared....
Then just the other day I'm sure that Master Craig asked me to go for a walk in binary code. Then when we were out walking I took the "Don't Walk" sign (and some other rather harsh street signs) personally.
Since being denied internet access, I've also made a few modifications to my lifestyle:
My eating habits haven't been the best lately. I've been wondering if brewing is really a necessary step for the consumption of coffee and antacid tablets are becoming my sole source of nutrition.
Being on an imposed diet by Master Craig also doesn't help - food used to be my escape from my mundane earthly existence. Now it's just a cup of dried dog food each day (plus a few scraps from Young Master Elliot). However, a very interesting thing happened the weekend before last - a possum happened to cross the backyard and - what luck! - Ellie was locked in the garage. Needless to say I had a very interesting dinner that night.
The next day, Master Craig was surprised to see a mound of what looked like a cat on the back lawn (it looked like a cat since I'd already eaten the top half). Master Craig was amazed that I'd caught the thing and even more amazed that half of it had gone missing. Anyway, by the time the folks arrived back from Church there was no bottom half either. Good eatin' too.
Master Craig was amazed that a 40 kilo dog could eat what he approximated to be a 15 kilo possum. He said that it'd be like him going to MacDonalds and eating 40 kilos of burger (or as he so crassly put it, tucking into me and finishing me off at a sitting). I didn't eat much for dinner that night.
Well, there was no mail this fortnight - so that's about it!
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