“Oh, Flossie”


Flossie aged 11 weeks
"What's all the fuss about?"

“I think it was a sock…”  so says the Boss as she retrieves a soggy wet lump of grey material from the grass beneath the whirligig thing holding their clothes. Now, far be it from me to offer an opinion but seems to me, if these humans leave their socks lying around then they must expect to lose one or two.

“Oh, Flossie – you rascal – naughty girl…”

Now, wait a minute, that sock was won fair and square. Pegged loosely onto the line it dangled enticingly before my eyes. I kept watch on it for well over an hour in between sporadic attempts to reach it by jumping as high as I could, snapping at its heel. Alas, my puny attempts did nothing to dislodge it but a girl has to try.

My reward came when one of the young humans came outside to take the clothes off the line. Oh joy, the sock didn’t make it to the basket! So, there was I, sitting by the whirligig and there it was, lying on the grass. I leave you to imagine the rest.

Which is why we are now here, with the Boss examining the soggy grey mess and trying to identify whose sock it is, and I am wondering what the fuss is all about.

I spend a lot of time wondering what all the fuss is about.

Yesterday there was the commotion in the garden with the Boss calling my name and clambering through the shrubbery, peering  behind every tree (so Keano tells me) all to locate my whereabouts. It is quite a large garden so the Boss was thus occupied for some time. When she couldn’t find me anywhere outside she tried the house. I was vaguely aware of the distant sound of her voice as she climbed the stairs and hurtled from room to room but I didn’t take much notice, I mean, we puppies need our sleep! In fact, I had just slipped off into a nice dream of old socks and wellington boots, snug and warm on a pile of laundry, in the place where they wash the clothes, when I was rudely awakened by the door being flung open and the cry of,

“Oh there you are!” assailing my delicate ears. The words were accompanied by much chortling and general fuss and nonsense.  

So, what have I learned since last I wrote in here? Quite a lot actually.

I have learned to bark nearly as loud as Ole Keans and have completely won him over. He can no longer resist my puppy charms and makes a very agreeable playmate.

I have learned that patience is always rewarded but if that patience produces an old sock to chew on, it is best not to leave the remains lying around for human eyes to see. Food can be found in more than one place – the kitchen floor is fair game – the plate on the Boss’s lap is not. The  best places to nap nearly always turn out to be the worst in human eyes, a sun bed is something the humans like to lay on when the sun shines though it is actually far more comfortable to lie beneath as I am sure humans would agree if they had to contend with my long coat. Oh, and I have learned that a long grey sock takes approximately one hour to chew into an unrecognisable pulp.

Talking of pulp, the Boss is now adding the mangled remains of the sock to the compost heap and although this seems like a fitting end for it, I think I may nip out and dig it out again later, there are at least another ten minutes worth of good chewing moments left in there!

Until next time,

Flossie (11 1/4 weeks)

I am an Author, wife to one, mother to five and grandmother to six. I live in the English countryside in Hampshire, UK, with my husband and two dogs and am a non exec Director for Glow www.theglowstudio.com.

One Comment

  • Katie Gates

    Flossie says, “I spend a lot of time wondering what all the fuss is about.”

    My cats say: “Fuss? What’s fuss? And, uh… isn’t it time to eat? I don’t care, really. I could just sleep a while longer. Somebody got a problem?”

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