Something very strange is going on.
I have what appears to be a plastic bucket attached to my head.In fact, I look like a triceratops.
Here’s what happened. A couple of weeks ago I went off for a particularly good walk in the woods with Beard – but on the way home called in at the vets. This didn’t bother me too much as there is a six foot display of dog food in the corner, which I set about trying to break into while B was in conversation with the nurse.Then I turned around to find he had vanished. Completely. Nursey was holding the end of the lead.
To cut a long story short, she took me into the back room, patted me on the nose, shoved a needle in my backside and next thing I woke up with a bucket firmly attached to my head.So... I am completely baffled. On the positive side, B and W keep giving me sausages and pieces of chicken (which is usually a sign of guilt) and I have learned very quickly that the bucket doubles as a battering ram to open doors and push humans around the house. It also acts as a sort of giant funnel for dog treats.
On the negative side, it’s impossible to have a good scratch and... to be honest.... my nether regions are feeling a bit strange.I will report back when I get rid of the bucket. Only then will we solve the mystery...
A bonus of having a bucket on my head was that I missed the inevitable Halloween indignity that would have seen me sporting devil horns or suchlike, for the amusement of the humans. Sadly, many of my distant relatives were not so lucky...........