At Christmas we visited Annabelle’s mother, who lives near Llandaff Cathedral in Cardiff.
Cardiff can be quite a shock for us country girls. No wide open spaces, no peace and quiet, just a lot of concrete and noise – cars racing up and down, people shouting into phones, kids bouncing footballs on the pavement. Pearl finds it particularly hard to cope with city life, and usually spends the first day hiding in the bedroom.
I had to help her get over her culture shock by re-acquainting her with the delights of Granny’s sitting room.
The room soon filled up when the rest of the family arrived. They spent most of the time playing with their phones and trying to explain to Annabelle’s mother how they worked. I think this must be some sort of human Christmas ritual, like buying sofas. We dogs prefer bones to phones – though we must admit, sofas have their good points.
Annabelle’s mother lives in an upstairs flat with no garden, so when we need the loo Annabelle takes us to the nearest grassy place – which happens to be Llandaff Cathedral graveyard.
We try not to pee on the actual graves, though. Annabelle says that would be disrespectful, because people like to come and put flowers on them.
It’s not a bad place for a walk once you get used to it. There are loads of squirrels to chase, and it isn’t at all spooky. Not many spirits hang around graveyards once they’ve left their bodies. On the other hand, we often find fairies there. They tend to be the bat-winged type who come out at night wearing crows’ feathers and black eye makeup. I spotted one sleeping in a tree hollow.
I alerted Annabelle to its presence so she could take a picture, but it didn’t come out very well. As for the squirrels, they were even more elusive. I tried stalking them with my super-sighthound vision…
…while Annabelle stalked them with her camera…
…but they were just too quick for us.
Pearl called me a loser and claimed she could have caught one easily, there were that many around. As if! Squirrels would have been the last thing on her mind if Annabelle had let her off the lead – she’d have headed straight back to the safety of Granny’s sofa.
Strange to think all this happened last year; it seems like only yesterday. Apparently it’s a completely new year now, so I’ve made some resolutions.
This year I will:
- Be nicer to Pearl
- Always come when I’m called
- Allow more space on this blog for Annabelle to plug her stories
This year I will not:
- Chase cats
- Bark at Labradors and Spaniels – just because they’re more popular than Lurchers, it doesn’t mean I have to be jealous
- Keep any of these resolutions
I’ve also made some resolutions for Pearl, as she didn’t feel like making her own.
This year Pearl will:
- Give up fox and badger perfume
- Be braver on walks – footballs can’t kill you
- Show Millie more respect
This year Pearl will not:
- Steal Annabelle’s food
- Steal Millie’s chews
- Steal Millie’s boyfriends
Happy New Year, everyone! May 2014 be filled with treats, toys and comfy beds.
Millie-what a delightful stay you are having-that sofa looks very comfortable too-Happy New Year to you, Annabelle and Miss Pearl-I know Jack Henry, Anna, and Hubble can think of nothing better than a year filled with “treats. toys, and comfy beads”!
Our holiday had its high points, but it’s good to be home. 🙂 A very happy New Year to you and your beautiful dogs!
there is an old book I used to read to my son called Alanzo Purr “Was the captians cat of the liza lee” It talks about city cat and country cat .. This reminded me of that book My son is 39 this year on Christmas and I can recite a good portion of the book lol
There’s also a famous story called ‘The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse’. We like stories about cats and mice, but we like the real thing even better!
Millie, your resolution to not keep your resolutions is spot on.
I hope, for your sake, that Pearl keeps hers. 🙂
I’m afraid there’s not much hope of Pearl keeping the resolutions I so kindly wrote for her – she wouldn’t even look at them!
Ew. Fox perfume.
On a note not connected in the slightest to fox perfume: My Mum came from Cardiff. When she was forced into the countryside she used to hide in the bedroom for the first day, just like Pearl.
LOL! My mother doesn’t think much of the country, either. She can’t understand why we want to live here.
Such a cute post! I could really hang out in Granny’s sitting room.
Thank you! Though I doubt Pearl would be welcome in Granny’s sitting room right now. True to her resolution, she has given up Eau de Fox and Parfum de Badger – only to daub herself in dead gannet instead! It’s a good thing we’re back at home 🙂
Happy New Year. treats galore I hope for all. 🙂 x
Thank you! Happy New Year to you, too, and thanks for visiting 😀 x
This was such a fun read and I love the photos of the dogs all high and mighty(and comfy) on the furniture! 🙂
Thank you! Pearl is banned from the furniture at the moment – she has broken her New Year resolution and rolled in fox poo. She’s been washed but that ‘perfume’ just lingers on and on…
I love this post 🙂 It’s very relatable and descriptive 🙂
Thank you. It’s wonderful to be a Dog of Letters. 😀