Grand Slam

I have had to have a word with her. Getting tarted up and going out for the evening is not on when I am here for her. Smells and face-paint and legs. She should know that evenings she should be wearing dog-walkers. Then I can lean my head against her leg and occasionally rub my nose.

However, I did have a reason to forgive her at the end of the week. Another weekend of Here except she bundled me into the car and drove to the place where the Little Dark one lives. When we got there, the Little Dark one had lots of boxes and bags. Boxes with books, bags with clothes. Everything piled up in the car and even around me. Suddenly, I’m expected to be a small dog and curl up. Then everything loaded and we were off again. With the Little Dark one, not just her stuff. Great we’ve kidnapped her. We took her to the house of the Man with the Cat and left her with her stuff.

MBNAD woman had to watch the small men in the little box again. Men in red playing fetch with men in blue. “Oh Mossie, 29-12. Woo hoo! Grand Slam” There she was bouncing around all over the place. Definitely MAD. But my MAD.

Food with Man with the Cat and the Little Dark one. I had to sit outside their eating room. “Stay, Mossie”. Humph.

On Sunday, she got the wall-string-box-brush out and did some cleaning up. I’m really brave with that now. She gets me to stand next to her and tells me that she would never chase me with it and I believe her, I really do. She never chased me announces the Princess. I did stick my nose into the dirt-sucking end and that was a bit strange. A bit like a dry stinky kiss. I didn’t kiss it back.

Then she got the stick-mop for washing the floor and I legged it. She gets me to stand next to her and tells me that she would never chase me with it and I believe her. But it still scares me. Wuss, wuss, wussity wuss, says HRH. You can play with those things. You chase it and it chases you. ‘S’easy. That’s all very well for her to say but she even played with the Water at the Edge of the World. Well, I’m not risking getting that walloped across my rear.

“Night, night Mossie. Night night Bella”

A sad day for her. The year has gone halfway round since the Princess stopped being old. A sort of half birthday. She’s done a grand job of showing me how things work in MBNAD woman’s house and how Here and There work. Even if I am still scared of some of the things like stick-brushes and stick-mops.

The time is coming when I will need to be young again says the beautiful Old White Dog.

I hope I'm not one of these again, she mutters.



I've learnt a lot about witches since I came to live with MBNAD woman but I think that it's beyond even her witching capabilities to make that kind of change. It's called metamorphosis, says the Princess. I don't care what kind of metal working it is, it isn't going to happen to me.

I won’t leave you yet, Colliwobble,. But I will need to be young again soon.



“Night, night Mossie. Night night Bella”