Hospitality

It’s always important to be hospitable to friends in need.  It would appear that ours is not the only kennel in our neighborhood that suffers from being inhabited by evil black boxes with wheels that run away with the human occupants’ body covers.  Our friend, Truman also suffers from this plague.  Of course, his humans couldn’t resist the temptation to chase after them when they ran away last week so he was left at their kennel with only the company of an ill-tempered elderly female mouse catcher who takes great pleasure in giving him what Daddy calls “the silent treatment”.  I understand that females of all species seem to be particularly fond of using this kind of torture.

We of course told Truman that he could come and hang out with us until his humans return.  I have usually only seen him in the sporting setting of playing fetch so it has been interesting to see another side of him.  It turns out that he is an expert in the art of sofa restraint.   He gets to practice more than us as his boy spends a lot of time at a human learning kennel and his big humans are out most days earning dog biscuits, so his security duties are substantially less.  There are also fewer potential threats walking past his kennel and of course there is a sofa in front of a big viewing window so he can conduct his security duties whilst practicing his art.

I would like to think that I could one day reach Truman’s level of sofa restraint expertise but with his father being a lion hunter, he has size on his side.  As fish retrievers, Tobermory and I will just have to accept that we have to practice sofa restraint in pairs.

Talisker