Seems to be a lot of dog this month.
Started with snow, ended with glorious sunshine. More of the usual stuff in between.
Far too many photos from my phone from January.
…He waited for cat to ask why today was not a day for napping. Every day was absolutely a day for napping as far as cat was concerned, and she really was in no mood for dog this morning.
Dog barked excitedly as cat slipped into the room, rubbed herself against the leg of the old oak coffee table and jumped up onto the Old man’s chair. She curled herself into a ball, took one look at dog and closed her eyes.
“Wake up wake up”dog barked his tail wagging wildly.
Cat opened her eyes slowly and sighed.
“What is it dog” she asked curtly, “I am rather tired and would very much like to take a nap.”
“A nap” dog exclaimed “oh no, no, no today is not for napping” he insisted.
He waited for cat to ask why today was not a day for napping. Every day was absolutely a day for napping as far as cat was concerned, and she really was in no mood for dog this morning. She had spent much of the night hunting mice in the barn and wanted to simply curl up and had no intention of asking why today was not a day for napping.
Dog waited for as long as he could, which was not long, before exclaiming excitedly. “It’s my birthday today cat, my birthday”
“And exactly how do you know that” cat asked impatiently.
“The girl with the fat bottom said so this morning” he barked spinning around his tongue lolling from his panting mouth.
“And exactly why do I care” cat asked shuffling into a more comfortable position where she lay.
“Oh because it’s my birthday of course” said dog.
“Yes I believe you said that already” said cat closing her eyes again.
“Oh cat please don’t nap” dog asked “it’s my birthday and birthdays are not for napping.”
“Let me ask you something dog” said cat he eyes still closed.
“Yes yes yes” dog panted. “Ask away ask away.” He barked and sat quite still next to the chair where cat lay.
“What is a birthday?”
Dog cocked his head to one side, his eyes sparkling and his pink tongue hanging from his mouth.
“Well?” cat pressed.
“It’s…” Dog paused. He barked and then exclaimed “It’s a birthday of course cat, my birthday!”
“But what is a birthday Dog” cat asked again, now sitting up so as to stare straight at him. She did love him dearly but he was not the smartest of animals.
“Well…It’s …er…” Dog fell silent and looked rather sad. “I don’t know” he said the grin gone from his face. “It just sounded quite wonderful. My very own birthday.”
“Oh silly dog” said cat making room for him on the farmer’s chair “jump up here and I will tell you all about birthdays and why today is indeed a special day.”
A heavy farmhouse door opened and farmer, the girl with the fat bottom and dog stepped out into the crisp morning air.
Dawn scratched at the edges of night across the far off hill tops setting the darkness on fire. A heavy farmhouse door opened and farmer, the girl with the fat bottom and dog stepped out into the crisp morning air. A light blanket of snow had fallen and it crunched beneath their feet as they walked.
He did not much care for the fat bottomed girl, she was prone top anger and tantrums and never gave him scraps from the table. He did love the snow though and leapt to catch a flake as it drifted through the still air.
Farmer laughed heartily. “Looks like a lovely day girl” Said Farmer to dog ,ruffling the hair on her head as she trotted along side him. He was a broad shouldered ruddy faced man with large hands, a round tummy and a thick shock of red hair atop his head.
The girl with the fat bottom complained bitterly about being out of bed so very early. “Why do I need to do this” she complained as they crunched through the snow. “I fetch the eggs each morning and help with the milking, can someone else not do it? It is so very cold.”
“Hush Ruby” said the farmer looking sternly at her “He’s your horse, you need to do this thank you very much”. The fat bottomed girl did not respond, but dog knew too well to stay out of her way.
“A good Morning to you” said Dog to the cows as the passed the shed.
“A good morning to you dog” the cows answered in unison, tails swishing “we are quite ready to be milked.”
But they weren’t heading out to milk, so dog trotted on, bristling around the farmers legs excitedly. He did so enjoy being up and about so early in the morning.
As they continued they passed the chicken hutch. “Good morning dog” said hen, pecking and scratching in the dirt between the small collections of snow. “have you brought us our breakfast?”
They had not, and dog greeted Hen and trotted on alongside the farmer.
“We’re okay for now girls” Dog heard hen call out as they crossed to the far side of the farm yard.
Farmer and the fat bottomed girl approached the fence and farmer reached into his pocket and pulled out an apple. With an outstretched arm he offered it up to horse as he wandered across.
“Morning horse” said dog excitedly “lovely day isn’t it”
Horse paused before he answered. “Do you know what the fat bottomed girl has been doing to the chickens?” horse asked slowly as he ambled across.
“I do not” said dog feeling confused.
“Hmm” replied horse gobbling up the apple, “not good” he munched, “not good at all.”
The farmer opened the gate and the fat bottom girl walked inside. “Now don’t take too long” he said to her pulling his coat tight around himself to keep out the chill. “Bring her up to the house and we will get her ready, the farrier will be here in a short while. ”
“What did she do?” Dog asked as the farmer opened the gate wider.
Horse did not answer…
Want to know what happens next? I wrote the piece below a while back, thought it might fit nicely and create a more complete story line.
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