They call them the lazy days of summer, but I find I’m busier than ever now: patrolling the guests’ cottages to make sure all’s well (and getting a few cuddles!), marking territory and stopping the cars.
But when all the jobs are done and we shut the door and put the kettle on, all I want to do is lie down, spread out and snooze. And the best place for a dog to do that is not the hard floor, even if it carpeted, but … on a comfortable sofa.
Now the sofa is the very best place for a dog on a summer evening. It’s cool, covered in soft cushions. It also gives me a great view of the television screen and it has lots of space for me to spread out.
Being a good-mannered gal, I don’t just jump up: I wait to be invited. How do I get this invitation? Well, let me explain my method. I sit neatly at the feet of human number one and I gaze at them with my big, brown spaniel eyes. A few seconds is all it takes for a hand to tap twice on the seat and I am up.
Yesterday evening was no exception with me taking up the best half of the sofa waiting for Roger the lurcher to make his Sunday evening appearance at his Corfu home with The Durrells. Then human number two wanted to sit down and I had to budge up, but it’s a small price to pay for being a couch pooch-tato!