It was a very strange week, because it was very hot, and yet Mummy was out playing golf every other day, and usually she likes to sit in the shade when it’s hot. I’ve noticed this, and Kevin says it’s generally the case. Anyway, on Tuesday we went out on the grass and I went in with Midge and Kevin, as we have been for a while now.
We went out again on Wednesday when Mummy came back from golf. She tends to come back just before it clouds over, which is good, she says. It means we can go out because the clouds make it not so hot. I thought it was very nice.
Then on Thursday she said it was time I had a bath! Last time I had a bath was when I was in the rescue place, so I hoped it wasn’t a bad thing. She put me in the big white thing upstairs, and ran water over me, and then soaped me. And she laughed and said I look like a tadpole. I’m taking it as a compliment. Then she ran water over me again, and took me out and put me in a small white thing and mopped off most of the wet. Then we went downstairs and I had a lovely cuddle and watched television with her. Then it was still hot so I went out in the garden with the others.
They acted like they’d never seen me before! Midge was rumble-strutting and poking his nose at me, and then he started telling Kevin he was boss. Then Kevin asked me who I was, and I told him I’m Percy and I’ve had a bath. He said I must have been very dirty because I’ve had the lice shampoo and I smell very peculiar. Well, I thought I smelled nice, and I didn’t think I had lice, although I had been a bit itchy. Scurf and dry skin, you know.
Anyway, everyone was grumbling at each other and Mummy couldn’t work out what the problem was, and eventually she took Midge in, then put me in with Oscar, who was just as bad so she put me back with Kevin. Then she brought us all in.
Friday was just as bad, so Mummy moved the runs around so we each had a small space to ourselves. Then Saturday and Sunday she moved the runs and we had a large space each. I’m a bit sad about it, because I like running around with Kevin and Midge, and even Oscar when he’s in a good mood. Mummy says when the smell of the shampoo wears off they’ll be fine again, although she say Midge might get a bath next week, and I can get my own back on him.
Sigh. It gives Mummy more work setting out all those runs, though. Poor Mummy.