Friday 11th August 2017 – Wilma Looks Back

It’s so much fun going back through all the last eleven years looking at this day in history.


Don’t you just hate it when people start to realise just how shallow you are. Until now I have maintained the impression with my mistress that I am quite bright and that I think quite a bit about what goes on. I think about my food, her food, my master’s food and basically any food dropped in an accessible place either deliberately or accidentally. I think a lot about plates left in places I can reach them and I think about going to the supermarket. I think about my bowl when it is full and think about it sadly when it is empty. Unfortunately my mistress has started to work out that that is the extent of my thinking. She thought I was musing on the state of the economy, world peace and the importance of education and health. Who is she kidding? Food! That is basically the long and short of it. I am a dog and I am male, what more did she expect? Maybe beer and football, but they aren’t so much dog things.


According to a newspaper article, one in ten pets in the UK have their own facebook page. Now doesn’t that just tell you something about how intelligent pets are? I’m the only one of us here that does. I’ve got way more friends than my Mistress has and I get new friend request every day. I’m looking forward to the thousand friend milestone and should be there quite soon. My Mistress was looking over my shoulder when I was doing an update the other day and she came to the conclusion that my friends look a lot cuter than hers do. Now if I were one of her friends I would probably take exception to a comment like that, but then to be fair not many of her friends have lovely soft fur and big brown puppy dog eyes. What is funny is that there are girl dogs whose owners actually keep an eye on who they are befriending in order to keep them safe from the rogue elements. I wonder if anyone has had an argument with their owners about whether they are allowed to be my friend. I suppose for all they know I could be grooming them for some unspeakable act, instead of being the big soft trustworthy dog I am. You hear these stories about youngsters and the problems they can have as a result of who they meet on the internet. I wonder if it is the same for us dogs.

Meanwhile here we’re preparing to wave goodbye to our Mistress for a few days. She’s off to a conference and leaving our Master in charge. She’s left a list for him, but that presumes he will read it. Still, writing it made her feel better.

Happy Friday


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