The Twentieth Blog of Augustus Lazarus Cooke (Gus)
It’s been very busy in our house. Bethan came to help Mr and Mrs H with ‘decluttering’, whatever that means. It was very unsettling for us dogs to see lots of stuff being put in boxes and taken off to what they call ‘charity shops’. I was worried we’d end up in a box.
We listened hard to see if we could find out what all the activity was about and discovered that Susannah and Frankie were coming to live with us for a few months until their new house is ready.
Then Mr H fitted some doors upstairs so that Susannah and Frankie could have their own space. The cats were a bit miffed ‘cos the corridor has been shut off and they used to like racing along there. Still, they’ve got the rest of the house so they shouldn’t complain – but they do!
When Susannah and Frankie arrived they brought lots of things with them, including a cat! We were a bit surprised to see her. She’s called Cleopatra but Susannah calls her Pats or sometimes Patricia. We’ve all met her and she’s all right but Mr and Mrs H won’t let Herschel and Isambard and Jellicoe see her, not yet, anyway.
Us dogs are very interested in Frankie – he smells fascinating and he’s just the right height for us to lick his face though we’re not supposed to do that. We’re not allowed in the dining room when he’s eating but we go in afterwards to clear up – there’s usually something tasty on the floor as well as on Frankie.
Life has changed. Mr H takes Susannah to the station early every morning and Mrs H is busy all the time with Frankie. Us dogs could feel a bit left out but the Humans make a big fuss of us when Frankie’s in bed. He goes to bed a lot!
Me and Jenna had to go and see Phil-the-Vet the other day for our injections* ‘cos some of our joints are a bit painful sometimes. Mr H asked him to look at a small lump on the inside of my ear flap. I didn’t mind him looking but when he brought out a needle to stick in it I wasn’t very keen. I was a brave boy, though, and Phil-the-Vet only took a little of my blood. My Humans should hear soon what it is and whether to worry.
I think we’re going to have breakfast soon and later we’re all going for a walk. Frankie might walk a little way but most of the time he’ll be in his buggy. That must be funny – sitting in a chair with wheels and being pushed along. I think I might like that.
Hwyl fawr am nawr! (That’s Welsh for ‘Goodbye for now!’)