7/5/24

These humans took off this morning, and when the Mistress could stand up properly, she got around here with a wobble, and slowly, I might add. She announces that the wheat bag brought colossal relief and pleased His Lordship. He lovingly gets her breakfast and pills and generally runs after her. She enjoys the fuss, and he never complains unless he is having her on.  

So, while we had the place to ourselves, we ran outside and played in the leaves. It was so much fun. Moonshine hadn't done this before and was hooked when he saw what we were doing. Of course, the jokes flew out of his mouth and cracked everyone up. Luckily, we came in before the humans arrived home. Payday is always a shopping day here. His Lordship carries the shopping while the love of his life puts it all away, saving the stress on her back.

The Mistress had some sewing to do on a jacket. The sleeves were too long and needed attention. Sitting in the sun appealed in her chair. Being partly black, it was easier to see in the sun.  His Lordship jumped on board and suggested she might like to take up the hems of his jeans. Such a good idea, she thought while it was sunny. After jabbing herself with pins several times, she got the sewing machine out. 

I preferred to stay out of the way because she was very frustrated with this machine's failure to do what it was told. Cool air appeared briefly, so keeping my lips sealed was best. Trixie agreed, and we kept our lips sealed and watched over her shoulder. 

Job done. She is pleased with her efforts, and His Lordship is happy. She aims to please her man, especially as he does so much for her, especially in the mornings. 

I see those birds outside are still eating that chunk of bread. They seem to toss it all over the place and find the crust a mission to attack. That's probably why the birds are eating it.

Chicken and vegetable soup were on the menu tonight, and the humans enjoyed it. I can't see the birds getting this anytime soon. I have noted that this man is easy to please, especially if no pizza is on the menu.

By the looks of things, he is getting sorted to return to Ashburton tomorrow. It is golf day. I wonder what the Mistress has planned. I will have to wait to find out.