Posting days: Sunday and Wednesday and, sometimes, maybe, extra ‘news flashes’!
Sunday December 11th 2016
Ooooooooooooooooooh! I am enjoying my walks! Especially those in Highbury Park.
It’s a bit disappointing that things have stopped falling on me when I stand under trees. I’ve tried standing under the trees for longer than before, and once last week something floated down onto my head. But after that nothing else happened.
Never mind, though. There’s lots of the things on the floor and they’re lovely. You can make them crunch under your paws, run in them, jump up and down on them, even dance over them.
Sometimes, the feel of them under your pads makes you want to do a quick pounce. But most times I just want to go on and on and on.
Look at me – I’m off the lead and it’s lovely.
See that clump of tall shrubs on your left, just behind the tall tree? Well, I suddenly sprinted round it and disappeared. I think I frightened Human because I felt the ground shaking behind me. But when she got round the other side, I wasn’t there. I’d run round again. Tee-hee! Oh, it was so funny!
I get very, very cross when it’s time to go home. I’m not stupid, I know a long way away from the car that that’s where we’re going. And I spread out my front legs, dig my claws into the earth and arch my neck. I used to tug until my harness went over my ears and got jammed on my nose. I couldn’t get away because she puts this thing on my harness and fixes it to my collar, but it made human very cross, so it was worth it!
But you’ll never guess what she did then. Actually, she did it three times. She left me standing there with my harness round my nose. Talk about embarrassing. So I don’t pull my harness over my head very often now.
She doesn’t tug me now, either. Which is very annoying. It’s more fun when she gets cross. Nowadays, when I stick out my legs and jerk my head back, she just stands still. I think she sticks her legs out too because I can’t walk backwards however much I pull.
I used to get very, very angry and bite the end of my tail. That really upset her. I knew she was saying something very rude because when she got close to me I could feel hot breath on my ears.
Now, if I growl and nip my tail, she just winds my nice long lead in and changes it for my walking lead. Walking lead means we walk. So I do.
Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact firstname.lastname@example.org or www.dogwatchuk.co.uk