Guest Post: A day in the life of a busy dog

Flossie here! Big licks to all of you. I had a brilliant day on Monday, and want to tell you about it. Rachel says I can, so long as I don't use dozens of exclamation marks. She says I am a bit of a walking exclamation mark myself.

After breakfast (SO lovely, breakfast! Best meal of the day! even though this is what I have to do: "Wait!" before I'm allowed to eat it), we had a walk and a play in the park. The grass was very wet down there, and very muddy too. Heaven. Rachel doesn't seem to enjoy it as much as I do. Maybe she's not used to it yet.

Then we came home and after being hosed in the yard and dried with my own towel, I did some sunbathing. The fireplace was the sunniest spot in the sitting room, and I fitted nicely into the hearth.

I made sure all sides were nicely toasted. And I fell asleep sitting up. Rachel says that this is one of my most endearing habits.

Later on, when Rachel was cleaned up and dried out too, we got in the car and drove for a very long time in very heavy traffic. She said we were going to meet someone special, who would fall in love with me at once.

We waited. And walked around a tiny village - Osmotherley, it's called, and it's in North Yorkshire. And we waited. Rachel said it was only half an hour, but it seemed much longer; I wanted to meet the Special Person right now. I'm collecting people who fall in love with me; apparently that's what labradors do.


And then he came. He's called The Lovely Son, and he's rather nice. He gave me some of his pub lunch and I could feel that falling in love might be a two-way thing.

(This is where the photos of the Lovely Son and me having big hugs should go, but Rachel says Blogger is misbehaving and won't "Leave!" the pictures for her. She says she may tell Fran, who will do an obedience lesson.)

The lunch was served in Yorkshire portions, Rachel said, which meant that there was enough for ten people, not two and a dog. We didn't complain though. After sitting over it a while, enjoying the sun, we drove home again. Rachel kept saying "Slow down a bit" but the Lovely Son didn't seem to hear her. I thought he could do with one of Fran's obedience lessons too.

After dinner - SO lovely, dinner! Best meal of the day! - we went for a walk in the park. Me, Tosca, the ball on a rope, and the two people I love most, and who also love me.

It was a very good day, and I enjoyed it very much.

PS The Lovely Son doesn't behave exactly like Rachel, and she has to turn a blind eye when she finds us on his bed, but she says we are special people, and it's only for a week, and don't think it will be a regular occurrence, Florence, that's all. We just smile at her, and I hang my tongue out a bit, to make her laugh.

Life just gets better and better.