My woggledy whiskers!
I’ve been a busy doglet lately.
I was settling down for my nightly snooze when mom hauled out the wheelie box and started packing.
Oh oh – what now?
We’re off to the farm tomorrow morning Fudges, Mom announced.
You’re going to see your boy Luan and your other human relations.
Was still dark when we set off and I had to continue my beauty sleep in the car.
The only exciting thing that happened along the way was when a gaggle of honky geese nearly scared the furry knickers off me whilst having a widdle break in Bloemfontein.
We drove and drove and got to the farm just in time for lunch.
Good job too because I was ravenous – Mom forgot to give me breakfast.
My boy Luan arrived in a cloud of dust. He smelled of sheep and other mutts.
I liberally distributed my DNA on his jeans.
I’m quite partial to that Herman boy as well – even if he is a tad rude and calls me “dik frik”. He plays ball with me.
Next morning everybody got up early.
Looked at Mom – are we off to the river then?
She looked a bit sad
Nope – we are all going to uncle Nev’s funeral.
You better give me a nice brushing then…
I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
Sorry Fudgie-wena – you have to stay home.
And off they went, for ages and ages.
When they came back I hardly recognised the car because it was brown instead of silver, with all the dust.
Much later Alpha mentioned something about “going to tennis”.
I eyed Mom… yes, she said – you can come too.
Turns out that this tennis stuff was just outside the house.
No driving involved. I happily trailed after Mom, leaving lots of wee-mails along the way.
Heard some thunking noises.
My ears pricked up – that sounds like my ball.
Chunky chop bones!
Balls!
Lots of them!
Bounded up to the fence and ran back and forth alongside it, yapping hysterically.
Oi! Pass one here.
But noooo…. those humans just smacked the balls to each other.
Clearly I had to get onto the court to catch one.
Took me a while but eventually I found the way in.
Charged onto the court and just as I was about to swoop down and snarf a ball that wretched Alpha called me.
Apparently tennis is not for doglets.
Quite confusing because tennis balls definitely are.
It was just a quick visit.
We are home with Ralphie now.
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