Today shopping and tidying and then at lunch time, horror ; the dog that scared me came to visit. Bolshie Brucie. Here. He brought some nice people but I would have been happy if they had come on their own. He played with my toys and tried to get in my bed. I slunk behind the settee, ears back and head down. Then I managed to creep onto the cushions that she has put down for me in the sitting room. Still Bolshie Brucie came and nagged at me. Woofing and jumping around. I look at MBNAD woman and Brucie's woman and they are telling me that it's ok. Well I've got news for them: it's NOT ok. He was bouncing all over the place right in front of my nose. I used to just tell him to button it, said the voice, you could try it too. I just pulled one jowl back and made a very small grrrring noise. He jumped backwards and although he carried on woofing, he didn't try to get in my space again. And they said I was a good boy. Grrr. But just a little one. He's only a little Brucie even if he does think he's Bouncy Bruce Lee.
And then we went for a walk past the shouty sheepdogs to where the red kite live but the little girl got very cold so we came home for tea and Bolshie fell asleep.
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