Kennels

The small dog (Yorkie) called Jeeves, had to go into a kennel this weekend just for one night as we were at a (gay) family wedding.

The wedding was fantastic in every regard thanks. Members of our family, Brother in law, jigsaw doer extroadinare. Lovely people and lovely friends. And family from all corners, St Andrews, Falmouth, Brittany came over and we spent wonderful time with all of them. What life is and should be about.












But Jeeves had to go into kennels for the night. He's 10 going on 2. A puppy really, but with no teeth. A small dog with a massive personality, who needs to circulate and to announce his arrival in the pub on the way home. 'Hello I'm Jeeves, thanks for coming to this pub while I'm here. You can stroke me if you like.'

I dropped him off at the kennels yesterday. Now kennels are run by nice people but they are, by necessity secure units. 'Sorry we lost your dog' is not really an option. And this one in deepest Suffolk was just fine. But it was also a cage, a prison for Jeeves for the night. And when we went in there were lots of big dogs with deep voices. Jeeves got a bit smaller as we went in. He looked at me and said 'what the fuck is this?'

 Anyway this morning I picked him up and he was relieved but also part of the doggy community at the kennels. He'd been for a run with these other dogs; he hadn't eaten anything but he was OK. He'd been voted on to the esacpe committee and obviously become the boss overnight. That's Yorkies for you. His chucking and catching the baseball in his mit while in solitary was legendary. And he'd eaten 50 eggs obviously.

I took the piss as you do, saying 'and if you do that again, you'll be in solitary'. He shrugged but not convincingly.

I asked if he'd been on the chain gang, he didn't comment.

'Did you dig any tunnels?"

Nothing.

He was exceptionally happy to get home though and very affectionate today.

Good to have him home. ;)