You’d be in a bad mood if you’d got a trapped nerve, but do I get any sympathy? Ok so I’ve done nothing but grumble for the last week and I can understand it might be wearing a bit thin, even I’m fed up with it, but I’m completely out of sorts. This growing older lark can be pretty hard to take at times. There you are, surrounded by bright young things who are full of the joys of spring and all you want to do is be left quietly on your own somewhere warm and comfortable. I’ve argued with Megan. I’ve argued with my Mistress. I’ve even caught myself starting arguments with my reflection. My Mistress thinks it’s the tablets and she says if I get any worse she’s going to ring the vet to see if I can stop taking them. Then she goes and mentions that I’ve got a day in kennels on Thursday. It isn’t that I can’t be looked after and therefore it would be for my own benefit. I can just about stomach those occasions. This is purely because Aristotle needs to get used to the idea of staying in kennels for when my Mistress goes away and I have to go to look after him and make him feel ok about it. What if I don’t want to? ‘Oh Alfie, you’re an adult, you should take responsibility.’ Hmpph. I’m a dog. I’m a pet and I should be pampered. Yes, I know I wanted a puppy of my own. Yes, I know I said I’d look after him, but I didn’t really expect to be held to my word. I suppose there’s a lesson in there somewhere, I just can’t be bothered to go looking for it. At least Aristotle is now six months old and well on the way to being an adult. And I suppose looking on the bright side he will be around to look after me in his old age. In the meantime, I’m off to find a quiet corner to grumble in.
Alfie Dog with a little help from Rosemary J Kind firstname.lastname@example.org
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