Last evening was different. I was not impressed. Usually Joanna opens the back doors for me so I can have a run in the garden before bed, and once I am in my cage she gives me a treat and says goodnight. Last night however, when I came inside, Himself and Herself were having a lively conversation about some TV program- The Gildered Age?- they are hooked on it. I can’t understand it myself. Joanna was very tired.
I was confused. Didn’t they know it was my bedtime? Usually Herself and Himself are watching something in the living room, or are already upstairs. I think Joanna was as confused as I was. She stood by the cupboards. She knelt down and stroked my ears. I love it when she does that. Admittedly I did have to ask her by nudging her knee. Still it was appreciated. Then suddenly, she stood up and announced that she was going to bed. She couldn’t go to bed. I have to go to bed first.
Then she said “you don’t mind putting the dog to bed for me?” Do they mind! That does not matter. I minded very much, and I made sure to tell her. I waited until after they had all gone to bed and then I started barking, which as I have said before is a true artform. First Herself came down, so I tried again. Himself came down. I was beginning to worry. The third time success Joanna came! I jumped up at the kitchen door and we went through the entire routine without a hic-up! Well except for one. Joanna did not say good night. But my voice was rather tired by then and I decided to overlook it on that occasion.
