Peggy's Day

Very, very early - Issue strong thought transference beams to Her brain whilst standing on Her chest and staring. Eventually she opens her eyes.

Very early - Have my first recce of the garden, making sure there have been no intruders, my friends the hamsters are still buried and my Frisbee is exactly where I left it. Have long and very satisfying wee.

Quite Early - As Teabag is still asleep, I breakfast alone. Eke out this pleasure by taking each piece to my bed. I used to scoff but realised the error of this. Then go and see whose bedroom door is open and do thought transference on them too.

Early - Teabag gets her lazy arse downstairs and am forced to watch her eat. Slowly. Then we have to walk. Try to hide but haven't found the perfect place yet. We are both harnessed - Teas in her red, me in my blue.

Light time - Try to tempt Teabag to a game of sockie but she goes back to bed. Amuse myself by greeting The Man cat, giving him full facial wash and watching him eat. Unlike me and Teas, he is virtually silent. Work on my chewies, check my stash, greet very nice post lady. Sometimes there are errands and I get to go in the car and smear my nose all over the windows. Sometimes I lay and stare at Her whilst she does strange tappy-tapping or tries to throw paint at me.
There is always something to watch in the garden. At the moment it seems like every bird has their mouth stuffed with twigs. I asked Teabag why and she said they're getting ready to have babies. I don't quite understand this but Teas has had babies so I believe her. I'm sorry for Teas. She doesn't talk about her past but I know Bad Stuff Happened. Have bit of a kip in sunny spot.

Later - Stomach starts to tell me it's almost time to eat but no matter how hard I try, I can't make Her understand. Sometimes she puts something nice in my Kong toy and that keeps me going. Eventually she remembers to feed us and I'm in heaven.

Bit later - The girls come home and I always get a game. If I'm lucky it's tuggy or throwing in the garden. I will fetch until the end. Teas says I have ORD (Obsessive Retrieving Disorder). I'm a terrier. What does she expect? Croquet?

Later still - We walk again and hopefully have a right old run. Teabag is much faster than me. I think she's made of wind although they say I'm full of it.

Late - Wedge myself between whoever is on the sofa. At this time of day I'm very relaxed. Apparently too relaxed and inevitably they will start waving magazines around and generally carrying on. When they start to turn the colour of peas (very nice), I realise I may have overdone it slightly and attempt a little clench. It never works though.

Dark Time - Insist on being in bed by 10.30pm and I make sure Teabag comes up with me. I'm very strict about this. Teas burrows under a quilt because she's like a fox and I lay waiting for a rub between the eyes from Her. She does this whilst she's reading and that's it. I'm gone. Apparently then I relax even more ... but if I'm asleep, I really can't be held responsible can I?

Today's post was brought to you by my guest blogger Peggy. She thought it was about time she had her say.