Greetings Coffee, tea and water drinkers… both human and canine!
It’s Rowena’s dog, Bilbo. I’ve hijacked Mum’s blog to join in at the Weekend Coffee Share.
So, what would you like to drink? It’s stinking hot here so you’ll definitely need a drink.
If you’re interested, I might even be able to pilfer some Vegemite toast but no guarantees I won’t accidentally eat it in transit. Despite my best intentions, I’m still a dog!
As much a try to be sociable, I’d better leave you to your caffeinated drinks and I’ll stick to water.
Although I’m getting older and slowing down, a Border Collie on caffeine wouldn’t be appreciated. Not that I’ve ever tried the stuff. The humans find my exuberant persistence irritating at the best of times. So, fuel that with even a drop of caffeine and I’ll be spending a week “OUTSIDE!!!!!” Worse still, I might even find myself sent off to the Home for Naughty Dogs at the top of the hill. I’m such a good dog, that they’ve never even mentioned such a thing. However, I’ve heard about this despicable place via local telegraph poles.
So, how has your week been? Hope it’s been good!
I’m sorry if I’m a bit flustered and not all that attentive. Usually, like most dogs, I’m an incredible listener but I’m under incredible stress and my brain’s running faster than my paws.
While Mum’s stuck in yet another cycle of painting-avoidance, I’ve hijacked the blog as I desperately need your help.
Mister has gone missing and I suspect he’s been captured and most likely eaten by killer Drop Bears. I’ve issued a Media Release but I’d really appreciate your help. No one around here’s done anything to try and find him. They’ve just cleared out his room and painted over any trace of him at all.
That leaves me, the Lone Dog Crusader, to find him and as usual, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
While I’m up for the job, who in their right mind would want to be Atlas lugging the world around on their shoulders? Take it from me. It’s mighty heavy and I’m not as young as I used to be. These bones are starting to creak.
I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to be locked up in a backyard with all my superior herding and sniffing abilities and not be able to search. We Border Collies might have been bred for chasing sheep but there’s not a lot of difference between sheep and humans…especially the kids. They’re always wandering around in all sorts of wrong directions, instead of doing what they’re supposed to.
Of course, I’d be in strife if I ever gave them a nip at the back of the heel but sometimes I’ve come close. What’s good enough for sheep, is good enough for them!
Anyway, Lady (my canine companion) and I have been trying to work out what happened to Mister.
Lady reckons it all goes back to the fireworks and tells me she was right to be concerned. Concerned? Lady was about to combust or have a heart attack, she was that worried. However, now that Mister is missing, I’m thinking those fireworks were actually Drop Bears fighting in the trees, preparing to launch their attack.
What concerns me most, however, is Mum and Dad’s complete lack of concern about Mister’s whereabouts. If I’d ever been allowed to have puppies and become a dad myself (instead of having that cruelest cut of all!), I’d never lose track of MY pups. No! Of course, not!!!! I’d be watching them 24/7 and giving them a quick nip on the ankle if they ever dared to wonder off. None of this laissez-faire human parenting!
That’s if you can call total neglect “parenting” but what would I know? I’m just a dog.
Mum’s been writing and doing “research” for her precious “Book Project”. At least, that’s what SHE says. I’m no fool. She’s actually just been reading old letters, thinking about the good old days and revisiting Paris on her laptop.
Some Mother she is!
Sure, she’s also done a bit of painting but that was only under duress. As soon as Dad and Miss returned last night, she passed over the the roller and brush in a flash and was sitting back on the couch.
I can’t help wondering whether they even love their own son. If he was my son, I’d be jumping fences and scouring the streets, even patrolling the beach looking for scent. I wouldn’t stop looking until he was found.
However, as it stands, dogs are strictly prohibited from jumping fences.
That’s why I need your help.
Please help me find Mister.
I have one last clue, which only came to light yesterday.
Dad and Miss had been out for the day but when they came home, I could smell Mister. While this was great news, suggesting that the Drop Bears haven’t got him after all, it still doesn’t account for his whereabouts. AND… if they did find Mister, why didn’t they bring him home? How could they leave him behind?
I have gone over and over this, trying to make sense of their madness but I can’t.
Wouldn’t you agree this is irresponsible at best? I don’t even have the vocabulary to express the worst.
Of course, this leaves it up to me to be the hero and find Mister when I could be munching on a choice juicy bone simply being a regular backyard dog, instead needing to become a canine hero.
So, despite appearances to the contrary, it’s not an easy being a dog. You probably think I’m a real misery guts feeling sorry for myself. However, how would you feel? They only ever seem to give me one piece of the entire puzzle. Yet, expect me to find all the scattered, missing pieces and even come up with the solution! Usually, I nut things out eventually. However, even for a dog as smart as me, this is a big ask. All the cogs have to be very well greased and they’re just lucky I’m something of a hidden genius.
However, having the best brain in the world isn’t going to help find Mister if I’m locked up in the backyard.
That’s why I need your help! As you can see, I’ve posted his photo. Have you seen Mister? If so, could you please bring him home.
I don’t believe he’s been micro-chipped. Again, the humans’ parenting skills are appalling! They microchip their pets but NOT their kids. Don’t they want to find them? It seems they’re much more interested in keeping track of their pets, than their very own flesh and blood. Trust me! If I’d been allowed to have pups, all of them would’ve been micro-chipped. No questions asked!
On top of the Mister’s disappearance, there have been other mysteries this week.
Miss disappeared the day after Mister but as she’s now home, I won’t trouble you with that drama.
That is, except to say that it would’ve been very quiet around here if it hadn’t been for the endless pounding of the rain.
Of course, Lady kept telling me that the sky was falling. After the whole fireworks debacle, I was about to book her in for therapy. However, as even Mum was looking rattled, I gave Lady the benefit of the doubt.
It was during all this rain that I overheard talk of Mister camping out in the rain. For parents who hadn’t bothered trying to find their very own son, they’d suddenly become very concerned. Indeed, they were having all sorts of discussions about wet clothes, washing, taking dry clothes, tents washing away and mud. I couldn’t understand any of these concerns. After all,they weren’t even trying to find him.
I’ve since concluded that humans must be related to the Sloth! Walking on two legs must really wear them out. They can barely find enough energy to throw my ball let alone chase it. I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that they can’t be bothered looking for Mister. Obviously, I expect too much!
Anyway, eventually, the rain cleared. Miss returned and we went for a run along the beach. The latest heavy rain and winds have caused further erosion and about 20 more trees have been uprooted and are lying on the beach. We were all pretty sad about that as we’d hoped the beach was recovering from the last storm. Mum said that if the trees were whales, their plight would’ve made international headlines but as they’re only trees, it probably won’t even make the local paper. That’s terrible but, at least, we cared!
Before I head off, I should probably mention New Year’s Resolutions.
You might have read that Mum wrote Lady and I each a letter outlining our list of New Year’s Resolutions:
Although it was our understanding that you’re supposed to write your own resolutions, we gave them a read. We might feign illiteracy but we’re actually pretty good readers. Moreover, as you can appreciate from this effort, I’m quite a writer as well.
However, that’s our little secret. Although Mum suspects Lady can read, I’ve slipped well and truly under the radar. As you might appreciate, revealing our superior intellect would only result in more jobs and all sorts of expectations. We just want to be pets.
Anyway, while our New Year’s resolutions made for entertaining reading, we agree that it’s a bit rich for Mum to be giving us advice when she can’t even keep track of her own son. Moreover, now that he’s on the cusp of becoming a teenager, it’s only going to get worse. I can definitely see she’ll be needing my assistance big time!
So, since she put so much time and effort into putting together resolutions for US, we thought we’d do HER a favour. We wrote Mum her own list:
- Keep better track of your kids. If they run off, a quick nip on the ankles will tell them who’s boss. When they get lost, find them!
- Go to bed earlier. You’ve ended up in some kind of timeless wonderland during the school holidays. You’re going to be a zombie if you stay up all night with those 6.30AM starts when school goes back.
- More walking.
- Diet. If it’s good enough for us, it’s good enough for you.
- Renovate Kennel.
- Buy more dog bones.
- Feed dogs sausages.
- Finish the Book Project.
We gave her the same list last year and she ignored it but we thought it might just be worth another shot.
By the way, I’ve been working so hard that it’s now sunset.
Thank you so much for coming round for coffee and now that we’ve had a chat, how about throwing my ball?
I’ve heard you listed “lose weight” and “Get Fit” in your New Year’s resolutions, even if you didn’t write them down.
I’ve lost 14 kilos in the last year so chasing the ball isn’t so crazy after all!
After you’ve thrown the ball a bit, then, you can start searching for Mister!
Thanks so much for listening! Much affection,