Pooches, after a windy day and a stormy night yesterday, this morning is glorious: a bright blue sky, a gentle breeze, and a near-perfect temperature! I was surprised when my manservant didn’t go on his early morning walk/run and, instead, he said he needed to haul the fruits of his leaf labours this week to the curbside because it was rubbish day. He headed outdoors for an hour of toting, grunting, and sweating. It is quite the sight to see on our little lane!
Anxious to know the plans for the day, Starlight and I enquired if he was now going on his walk/run. He said he thought that an hour of toting 40 kilogram bags was a more than sufficient replacement for his walk/run. Starlight and I admitted this was probably true.
He then told us of his plan to go to his two yoga classes this morning and then drive into “the city” to patronize a cafeteria that served liver and onions. Starlight gagged. I insisted that we attend to an excursion right away as it sounded as if a later one might not happen. He agreed and said, in honor of rubbish day, we could walk the poochhood and pickup rubbish that had blown to and fro in yesterday’s windstorm. It certainly is not much of an excursion, mind you, but we didn’t want to decline the invitation.
Pooches, it turned out to be a fine walk after all. A bag of rubbish was recovered and put out for the rubbish picker uppers. After our rubbish excursion was completed, my manservant headed out with a high protein smoothie to his yoga and eating activities.
When he returned in the early afternoon, we all retired to the back yard (nearly leaf-free, I might point out) and enjoyed lounging about in the abundant SUNSHINE. Starlight is getting quite hyped about her competition in this weekend’s Pooch Rally. She says that she will bring home the gold! Of course, my manservant and I will be cheering Starlight and the womanservant on. Does anyone know if it is customary to throw flowers in the ring after a performance?
As my manservant departed for his next activity this afternoon, he suggested that Starlight and I could help with a bit of housekeeping since he had neglected such activity this week having worked on leaves so much of the time. Of course, Starlight and I immediately responded.
“Rubbish.” we said in unison. See you tomorrow on Silent Saturday, pooches.
Sunshine (Just eleven days to go! Laissez les Bons Temps Rouler!!!)