Do you remember that song that was a hit a few years ago. A guy with a wonderfully deep voice listed all the things that were important in life and all the things that we thought were important but weren't. Well l have something to add to that list – 'Don't dogsit'.
Yes l have to say it has been a fraught weekend with the poochy houseguests. They arrived at 11am on Saturday and the cats promptly did a 'wall of death' around the living room, then caused a major rail disaster when they ran upstairs and launched themselves onto the table in Idgy's room where her train set resides. Picture the scene, it was like something out of a final episode of 'Casualty'. Trains everywhere, track awry, and little people and animals laid out like multiple corpses.
Dogs reacted to all this excitement in the way dogs do. They decorated the floor a few times.
Lunchtime. Stopped raining so took houseguests for nice longramble round the lanes. Stagger home two hours later to find Idgy still rebuilding the train set as cats have refused to move from sancruary of train table. In fact things have got worse and Hank has moved into the dolls house.
Nobody is happy and no-one is wearing a paper hat and singing joyfully.
Settle down in livingroom with fire burning and dogs lying peacefully asleep while l tap away on the laptop.
Walkees at tea time. Cats make tactical error by broaching downstairs while we are out. On our return they are in the kitchen. Not for long. Panic ensues when they see the guests. Guests are well used to cats and not normally bothered by them, buy hey a fleeing cat (2) is obviously part of the weekend entertainment, and it is only good manners to partake of any entertainments laid on by the host. They give chase. Fur and tempers fly. Another train disaster upstairs.
Bed time. Cats have set up camp on Idgy's bed and refuse to move. Harry been locked in my room all day and is now stir crazy. When l go to bed he feels it is only fair that l should spend half an hour scrabbling about on the floor throwing socks around to entertain him.
Dogs sleep in kitchen.
2am barking. Rush downstairs in panic. Dogs okay no burglers.
6am give up completely and take them out for a walk in my pj's. Thank God we live in the country and there is nobody to see this major fashion faux pas.
All Animals now want out, fed, entertained etc. Resist temptation to climb onto table in Idgy's room and seek sanctuary in the dolls house. Seems to have only room in house that could be classed as peaceful. This little house of ours just aint big enough for all of this.
Guests leave at lunchtime and it takes 3 hours for Berti (cat) to calm down enough to set paw on the stairs and come back down. Harry goes mad chasing round everywhere sniffing and puffing himself up in angry ferret style. I wearily clean up.
Take Idgy out in the afternoon and come home to find that the guests have made a return visit and left two huge bouquets of flowers and two fabulous boxes of chocolates at the front door.
Idgy and l sit by the fire with two cats and a ferret sprawled at our feet, we stuff ourselves with fabby chocolates and sigh with contentment.
We slept well last night……………….