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 Message 1 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUK  (Original Message)Sent: 8/30/2007 10:36 PM

 Here is a place for me to keep older messages that we don't want to lose. 


   Don't mind me...I just love to reminisce

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 Message 2 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:36 PM
Walking and Talking.
I have to admit that some Mornings...( The Mornings generally that I have to go to work  )...I am not in the best of moods with the thought that Jake, needs to take his walk and get on with his, constitutionals. I grumble and cuss as we walk to the fields, moreso if it's raining , even moreso if he wants to stop and sniff at every fence post along the Road. ( Git along! Some of us have WORK to go to ! )  Once we set out, time has no meaning for Jake.
I was returning from a stroll one night busily muttering my disapproval at the way he was dawdling...when I realised that I was being followed closely by a Lady with her dog...a Lady that I have previously referred to as the Squire's Wife... ( Tweedy, brogues, brisk and brusque  ).
With the air of a Magistrate... ( Which I'm SURE she is  )...She proceeded to " Dress me down " for berating my dog!
She proceeded to advise me that Jake understood every word I was saying and that it amounted to Mental Cruelty......Jeez!..."Could I not see from those large Brown reproachful eyes the hurt and anxiety I was causing?"
"Yes...I could" I replied. Then I told her that I was absolutely sincere about every word. " Indeed, the Dog may well have been staying with us for two years now..BUT !...He was still on probation! The Jury was still out! His future as a Family Member was indeed conditional on him NOT rolling in cow pats and running off after pheasant and Fox!"...She laughed ...I laughed...Jake laughed.
Das in disgrace.

 Message 3 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:36 PM
The Object of the Walk.
Jake is no longer a one man dog. Since he started his very long period of Probation with us, he has refused to take his walks with anyone but me. Owen and Kimberley have gradually usurped my position. While I am away at work, it seems that they have been taking him and following him around the Common on his favourite walks.
Owen came with me one night last week to keep me company on a very beautiful and warm evening.
" Jake behaves so differently when he's walking with you Dad" ... "He does??"  ..." Yes, he runs off and disappears, then he sneaks up on us from behind he's playing Hide and Seek...He runs around with the Horses and the Cows...He dives into ditches and things." ...." I'd never noticed. "
It seems it's true. I hadn't noticed these things, but we have been walking the paths so long together that we both know where to go and he knows the special places that interest and amuse him. Owen and Kim must hold a sense of responsibilty in their heads...They call him back when he goes out of sight...keep their eye on him all the time. He gets the same walk as when with me...he just seems to have a little more fun when allowed to wander off and do his " Doggy Things ". I told Owen my thoughts on the subject.
Today he walked with us and instead of watching Jake with the eye of a Hawk, Owen went wandering and mooching in the hedgerows too. There was a lot of Shrieking and laughing as Owen laid in ambush on Jake and Jake came bursting through to surprise us.
Owen has realised that it's not just a case of walking the Dog. It's a case of enjoying the occasion with him.
When we go out this evening Owen has decided to flush rabbits out so that Jake can bring home a Supper. He's getting the idea.
Das the Dad.

 Message 4 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:37 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 9/21/2005 6:53 PM
I'm on Nights at the moment. It means I arrive Home at about 8.30. Most, if not all of the Family are off to work or School.  Jake is always delighted when I get in. You can picture the scene...jumping, licking, fawning.
First thing I do is boil the kettle and make a brew, then log and and enjoy my cup of tea and toast. After a chat, a post or two and refreshments, I grab his lead and off we go for a lengthy, leisurely walk. I was chatting this morning, with Caz on Messenger. Jake had switched from..." WHEN are we going for a walk ? " " Fast asleep and sulky ".
We were supposed to meet Felix and Nipper somewhere on the Common. Felix and I were going to pick some mushrooms for his breakfast. I walked in the sunshine looking out for him, but not a sign. Leaving the Common I saw his car parked and knew that I had missed him somehow. I turned around and went in search.
Jake spotted them first...right on the other side of the Golf Course. As we met Felix told me that Nipper had run off after a Lady Doggie for a Lustful Encounter.  The look on Nippers face said that the harsh words from Felix were worth the Moments of Pleasure . We went looking for breakfast.
Das the Fungi Finder.

 Message 5 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:38 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 9/25/2005 5:57 AM
Felix Forgets.
Working at night can be a bind. It upsets your social life something terrible. I always manage to turn my day around quite quickly, in general terms I'm always so tired that I could fall asleep on a line. Thus, I can go to bed at Midday on the first shift, 'wake up at six in the evening... and it's like six in the morning. All you have to do is kid yourself for the rest of the seven nights and keep to a daytime diet.
Jake actually enjoys me on nights. He knows now that I will come home, tired but not exhausted, have a cup of tea and then take a good loooooooong walk. I feel the benefit of the walk as much as he does. There is not much company at night, not much fresh air. There is also quite a lot of excitement at night, a fair bit of stress. The walk is good.
Yesterday we had walked for an hour and more without bumping into Felix. When Jake's head went up and he tore off, I knew we had found our man. I followed the dog. "Ah BRIAN!...I'm so glad I bumped into you "........(  We'd been looking out for him for an hour  ). Seems that Felix had left the lights on his car burning all night. He got his wife to help push him onto the road and " Bump started it ". Trouble was, on such a short drive to the Common...he hadn't boosted the battery enough. Should have heard him rant.
" Drove bloody tanks and trucks all over bloody Europe! Bloody drove bloody coaches all over the WORLD for thirty years...I go and do this...first time Brian...I swear..first and last bloody time!"
I told Felix to hang on while I walked home and parked the dog and picked up my own car to Jump Start his. He asked me to 'phone his Wife and let her know why he was taking so long. ( Was she pleased...and did she have some nice things to say about Felix  . " Silly old man!  Making me push his damned car ! I told him to walk up and put the battery on charge...but HE knows better!" ).
It was a simple job and soon done. I followed him home where he insisted I come in for a breakfast of mushrooms he had picked that morning, with some Placki and Cherry Vodka.
Do you know?..his dog Nipper ....friendly as he is with me on The Common....wouldn't let me into the house! Felix locked him in the garden. BAD Nipper!
I slept well.
Das doing a good turn.

 Message 6 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:40 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 10/14/2005 3:48 PM
Office Hours.
It's the end of the week. At the start of this Month I would have mocked anyone for saying that to me. I've worked anti-social hours for so long now...  actually...all my working life .The thought of consecutive week-ends off... and no late nights... no "stupid o clock" starts in the quite unusual. The downside is...five straight time off in the week when things are time in the house with just me, the PC and the dog for company.
Getting home in the evenings means that, (at this time of year), I have to turn around pretty quickly and walk the dog in the last hour of daylight. No rest. No time for a chat. No time for a cup of tea. No time to change into anything but my Wellington boots and a waterproof.
The walk is still worth the effort. Jake is his usual boisterous self. Crashing about the Common chasing pheasant, running down rabbits and stopping to make acquaintance with bovine and equine alike. I believe that there is a genuine affection with one or two of the horses that we walk amongst.
There are two small Welsh Cobs , a Grey and a Buttermilk Palomino...Jake walks slowly towards them and they stop their grazing to nuzzle and breathe all over him. I've seen them lick him and groom him, most unusual. When he has paid his compliments they turn to me for a Mint and a bit of affection, following me to the edge of their field. There are lots of apples on the ground and they make for an extra treat.
So...It's a week-end off, that means I can take an early morning walk at my leisure. Maybe bump into some people I haven't seen in a while. A breakfast with a newspaper before the Family have stirred.
Das the Horse Whisperer.  

 Message 7 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:40 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 11/1/2005 3:47 PM

Call My Bluff. (Fickle Friend).

It’s the time of year when the grateful Employer insists that I take a week’s holiday. I have to take a week in the spring, a fortnight in the summer, a week in the autumn and a week in the winter. Not bad at all I hear you say, but you have to have worked a lot of years to stack up holiday entitlements like that. Then of course there’s the work, not everyone’s cup of tea.

I had planned with great skill, a few jobs, and the bare minimum that I could get away with. I’d also managed to get booked into the Dentist, book the car in for a service, and promised my Barber a rare visit. It’s Tuesday and I’m having quite a nice time of it. The Dentist had fitted me in nice and early. Eight o clock, meaning I was up and about and had walked the Mutt across the fields for forty-five minutes, as well as having showered and stuff. I was home in time to say cheerio to Owen as he left the house for the School Bus.?Oh Dad! I meant to say last night…I need a heart for Biology tomorrow…a dissection class.

I spent at least three hours in my car visiting fourteen different Butchers shops. Not one heart. The nearest abattoir is thirty miles away; I draw the line at that kind of Parental zealousness. At least I got a haircut. Jake also had an extra walk at midday.

So went the day. Pleasantly frittering away the hours looking for the heart of a sheep or pig for Owens education. It was getting on for four and I wanted to walk the Common as much as Jake did. Boots on, waterproof, gloves, stick…C’mon Jake! We were strolling down Chamberlains Lane, Jake had missed a fox crossing our path, I stopped to watch him slink into the far side of the field. Vernon, with Scott joined us.

As Vernon and I chatted, Jake and Scott investigated a lady walking in our Lane. She was a little put off when two large black dogs trotted up to greet her. I joked with her, ?He won’t bite, I fed him before we came out, and he’s not really hungry enough? She laughed and stayed a while, watching the fox skulking in the hedges. I asked where her dog was…EVERYONE is walking dogs at this time of night?there is no evidence of a sense of humour …She tells us that she is on her way to the stables to walk her daughter home. As she left Vernon and I, she called Jake…?I could fall in love with this one though…come on Jake…come with me!?The bugger only DID! I’ve never seen him so taken with a stranger; he followed her happily to the stables without a backward glance.

I followed on a few minutes later, imagining that he was being a right bloody nuisance. There he was, sat bolt upright at her side as she talked with some friends. “Jake! Shall we finish that walk now!?

The Lady was very complimentary about his manner and his training. I practically had to drag the bugger away.

Das disgusted.

 Message 8 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:41 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 12/23/2005 4:15 PM
Tom Bingham.
Jake was a Birthday cum Christmas present to me from my children, the dog they always wanted.  As a consequence he gets his annual visit to the Vets for his shots and check-up, just before Christmas. Yesterday was the big day. I was at work.
I'd taken Jake two times before for his shots and check-up and once or twice for other ailments. Not a popular job with Bev and the kids. I can't think why.  Jake is a well behaved dog, perfect manners and quite calm in temperament.
Tom Bingham is the Vet. It's a one man show. He's a Belfast man in his late fifties. I've been so many times...but I was amused as Bev told me all about her visit.
Jake sat tense but quiet as they waited their turn. Other dogs whined and cried in the room. Jake ignored them. Cats in baskets yowled and growled. Birds in cages and rabbits in boxes all complained. Jake ignored them.
When they call your pet's name, you are ushered into an examination room where Tom asks you to lift your pet onto a table. No chance of Bev doing that. Tom lifts the dog himself.
Jake is prodded, poked, fondled in a most intimate way. He has his teeth and ears examined and takes two shots without a murmur or sideways look. At the end of it he licks the hands that have been giving him the once over.
It's the report that Tom gives you that makes your day.
" This is the most wonderful dog I've ever examined! What a beautiful glossy coat. Well muscled and well cared for. I can see he gets the best of food and plenty of good exercise. He's a beautiful and friendly dog. Such manners. If ever I take another dog...I want one like him."
Bev is glowing with pride. I don't tell her that he has said the same thing to me on my own visits. Probably says the same to all his customers. A man that kissed the Blarney Stone.

 Message 9 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:42 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 4/21/2007 7:40 PM
It's COLD today . I was up relatively early to walk Jake before Church. That's about 08.00. Shower shampoo and shave and on with the warm waterproofs, wellingtons and gloves. There's a gentle rise as you walk onto the Common. Jake races ahead, the strong wind carries the scent of things that dogs are interested in. As I crest the gentle slope I find myself in the teeth of a wind that forces the tears from your eyes  and takes the breath from you . Strong, for the sheltered Midlands anyway, (before any hardy Scot or gnarled northerner puts me right)
There's few people about and they are standing in the shelter of lean to's and stables that are a feature on the Common. Jake and I press on through huge puddles and pools of mud.
Did I mention my new boots lately? I've had three pair since I first ordered the "Ultimate Wellingtons". The two previous pair cracked and split after just a couple of walks . I duly returned them with a polite observation that they were not quite ..."Ultimate Wellingtons". The guy who supplied them (a family friend), carried a dialogue from me to the manufacturer . Finally, they have acknowleged a design fault and given me the first of the new improved boots. Not bad at all. Let's hope I get at least a Winter out of them.
Boots are "De Rigeur". It's ankle deep in water where ever you walk. Shoulder deep if you're a dog. Towels are waiting in the porch when we get home. Jake gets a rub before his Weetabix, I get a cup of tea and toast before Church.
It's the second Sunday in Advent. Two Advent candles are lit to start the Service. It's also the Sunday each year that the Bellringers take the lead in the Service. We are treated to an exceptional peal while we trooped in. The hand bells led the procession to the Altar and they performed in lieu of a Sermon. Quite Christmassy in a Churchy sort of way .
Posted a few parcels today. Bev seems to have pointed out that it's the last day for posting parcels ... every day this week. She likes to be right .
It's still cold and the wind hasn't abated. Kim is in Regensberg for the weekend. A gathering of the friends she made while studying there. Sometime this week I'm expecting a 'phone call, summonsing me to Manchester to drive her ( and her dirty washing ) home for Christmas. I'm actually looking forward to that. We miss her so.
Keep well, keep warm.
Christmassy Das.

 Message 10 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:42 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 4/21/2007 7:42 PM

Third Sunday in Advent

Sunday ( again),
Almost the start of another week, a busy week for sure, the lead up to Christmas. Like you, I will be trying to squeeze everything into four days so that Friday I can relax at work and finish the week at lunchtime with a Festive Drink. ( Fingers crossed.  )
Christmas celebrations started on Friday night for me.  It was a gathering of people from Work...I had to attend. The organising got a little frantic. For reasons unknown to me, it was decided to host the event at a Social Club deep in the heart of the Black Country. For a start it's like stepping back in time 50 years. The clothes, the customs, the buildings. My God, they even have their own language! Scientists say it's just a dialect, believe me, it's a different language! Rather than ask for drinks, folk were pointing and smiling, holding up fingers to indicate the numbers of drinks required.
It was an excellent night. Guaged on the hangover the next day ... A MOST excellent night. Saturday was yet another Christmas function, unsurprisingly Bev declared me as the Nominated Driver. I was good. Soft drinks only and a taxi driver for all. I feel my pennance is paid.
It's the third Sunday in Advent. I walked Jake in fields white with frost as Church Bells called the community to Prayers. Churches in Sedgley and Wombourne in competition with the  Penn Peal, rang the changes and made the walk most pleasant. We met Nobby, a white Fox Terrier. Nobby haunts the lanes on his own while his owner tends horses and drinks tea in the stables. Nobby will follow Jake to the ends of the earth. I have to look for his owner to call him back while we walk home and get ready for Church ourselves.
The Congregation is a little thin on the ground. A few hangovers from Saturday Christmas Parties I bet. I know how they feel. The Church is decorated. Holly, Ivy, there are Chrysanthemums in yellow orange and red. A huge decorated tree takes up half of the Altar space and the Crib has pride of place at the Altar Rail.
Back at home it's back to domestics. A trip to the Dump. Bev tells me that we have a leak in the hot water tank.   I'm waiting for a plumber. Enjoy the week ahead.

 Message 11 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:43 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 4/21/2007 7:44 PM

Fourth Sunday in Advent.

Fourth Sunday in Advent it may be. Christmas Eve it may be. It’s just another Sunday to Jake ... he needs his walk. Perhaps today IS special, I was up early for a change. Jake wasn’t. He actually lay on Owen’s bed and looked vacantly at me. I had a cup of tea and toast and went to Church. Stupid dog!

I’ve said before, there’s something very peaceful about sitting anonymously in a Church. It’s an hour or two of total introspection, contemplation, and consideration. I was distracted this morning. The congregation was VERY thin on the ground. For instance, there’s a Children’s Service this afternoon, a Service at the Old Folk’s Home and of course the Mid-night Carol Service. The Die Hards were there as usual. As I was mulling my own concerns over in my mind, I was caught up in conversations going on around me.

?Judy, I’ve written the recipe for the Marmalade that you wanted.?/FONT>

“Mary, have the children all made it home for Christmas??/FONT>

“How’s your Mother Mandy, she’s been so poorly??/FONT>

“Is David still in Kenya??/FONT>

“I have a new outfit for Midnight Mass. Shall we meet at Veronica’s as usual at about nine??/FONT>

“The Grandchildren are SOOO excited, I can’t wait ‘till they all come around!

My own concerns drifted away and I followed the conversations in the pews in front and behind me. I know most of what they are talking about. Judy was widowed two years ago. Mary’s two youngsters are abroad, one in America and one in New Guinea. The Grandchildren are the family of a young woman who is a friend of Kimberley’s. My slight annoyance turns to slight pleasure.

The fourth Advent candle is lit, the Service proceeds. Soon I am home pulling on my boots and waterproofs to walk a reluctant Jake.

It’s a grey day. Low clouds and a keen wind. Cattle crowd Jake as he zooms around them in a game of chase. He runs back to me with a mob of young stirks in pursuit. Just what I need, the unwelcome attention of young bulls. Lots of shouting and waving of sticks and they leave me alone.

Robyn will know the spot. By the lightning struck tree on The Common, a Grey Heron takes to the wing and soars around the valley with a demonstration of avionics that Nature only can provide. The walk is muddy. My boots feel heavy and my jeans and coat are splashed with foul water and mud. We meet a Jack Russell with a squeaky toy in his mouth (Pepe). He falls in love with Jake and follows us on our walk. The owner is amused and content to walk with us for a mile or two. The owner carries the squeaky toy and eventually has to slip on Pepe’s lead to take him home. Another friend for Jake. Someone else for me to say Hello to.

We are having our Christmas Meal today. Aidan, Kelly and Owen are all working on Christmas Day. They all work in the kitchens at the Pub next door. It’s most unusual for Bev and I to be off and the kids all working.

Christmas comes early for Walks With Dog. 

 Message 12 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:43 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 4/21/2007 7:49 PM
Sunday and Bev has volunteered to work a shift on her weekend off.  Like we need the money?   Because of that I get to wake early and walk the dog, then shepherd the Family off to work. Fair or what?
Looks like it's been frosty overnight. White hoar frost lingered in the shade of hedgerows and the lee of grass mounds. The sky is wedgewood blue streaked with high thin trails of Cirrus. A very pleasant morning indeed.  
Cold but inviting.
I wondered about wearing overtrousers today. The fields are so wet that every fall of my feet sends mud and water up into the air, and inevitably onto my clothes. I'm not exactly a picture of sartorial elegance when I'm walking the dog.  Big muddy boots, long woolly socks, jeans and a walking coat all liberally covered in mud. Wild hair, red nosed, red ears and a stick in hand. It's a wonder anyone speaks to me at all!
The first meeting of the morning is with two mares and a foal. I am frisked for mints and surrender a handful with equity. There's nothing Maternal about these mares when it comes to mints!  A lot of shoving and kicking, but they each get two mints. The Keeper of these mares has unloaded a cart load of hay in the field. It's hay that has been stored all Autumn long. It smells SICKLY sweet. Fermenting is the word. Horses seem to love it. So does Jake. He rolls in ecstacy. One shower coming up you horrible MUTT!
We walk the Drovers lane, shotgun pellets dropping on our heads from shots fired far away. Pheasant are headed in our direction ... away from the guns that are hunting them. Jake is delighted. The pheasant are less scared of him than the noise and mayhem behind them. I park myself on a wooden fence and smoke my pipe while looking back up the hill to the Parish Church. The bells sound their invitation to Sunday Worship. Wish I'd bought my camera.  I have a small pair of binoculars. Wish I'd bought a flask of coffee.

 Message 13 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:44 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 5/13/2007 1:28 PM
If you see me on MSN chatting, I'm signed in as "Walks With Dog". I'm changing that to "Walks With Dogs".
Yes, now I have two dogs. At Christmas just gone I was told by a friend at work that he would be retiring his Drug Search Dog, Tessa. She's a beauty. In as much as she is an attractive dog with a very appealing face and silky coat and nice propotions. She also has a friendly nature and is playful. Just the companion for Jake I thought, just the dog for the family I thought.
She's been with us for five, (or is it six weeks?)  and is well and truely settled in. She's asleep at my feet as I type. Anxious not to be left out when I decide within the hour that it's time for a walk. ( When the rain eases a little  )
A little taster of what a hooligan Tess is. The walks we take are generally across Penn Common. We can take long walks or short walks. We can take different walks every day for a week. It adds variety and keeps me and the dogs interested in where we are going, what we are doing.
One of the walks involves a walk down a quiet lane with grand houses hidden behind hedges. When I say grand, these houses are mansion-like. They have swimming pools Jaguars, Bentleys, Rolls Royces and Ferraris'. They also have tennis courts.
When Tess was a working dog, if she performed well, her reward was a play session. The play session involved being given a tennis ball and lots of throwing and retreiving. Problem ... Whenever we pass the houses with the tennis courts...she dives through the hedges and ALWAYS returns with a tennis ball. I heard the shouts one evening as she ( apparently ) leapt into the court and took the ball mid-air in the middle of a rally. My porch is full of tennis balls. Eight at the last count.
She's also used to the rough and tumble of being kennelled with five other dogs. She fights for her food, her toys and the affection of the family. It's not a problem in the house, but it can be when we are walking the fields.
Jake is not an aggressive dog. We've trained that out of him. If he sees an aggressive dog, he mockingly runs rings around it. Flight not fight. Tess however is more a fight than flight girl. Boy has she scared the bejasus out of a few of the more "assertive " dogs that we meet! She stands her ground and defends her corner. Good Girl!  
The rain has settled in for the night. Looks like a soaking again. Waterproofs and boots ... Time for that walk.
Das. Walks With Dogs.

 Message 14 of 14 in Discussion 
From: MSN NicknameUSAmeetsUKSent: 8/30/2007 10:44 PM
From: <NOBR>MSN NicknameDasDratsab1</NOBR> Sent: 7/8/2007 2:52 PM
Letter from Tessa.
I met this "Brian" fella about a year ago at work. I think he's some kind of "Big-Shot" 'cos my partner with the lead ( the one who feeds me ) seems to know him quite well and is always pleased to see him. He isn't the sort to get all sloppy with us workers, and never once slipped me a treat. ( Not ONCE! I know its against the rules ... but rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?  Mr. Bloody Jobsworth!) 
I was going through a difficult patch at work. I'd been running out of enthusiasm for the searching game that I've always done so well. I was facing the Sack, at least an early retirement. What's a Girl to do? I've no family to support me, I've no other work experience, no qualifications. Jeez, I wasn't even in a Union! Things were looking desperate. I'd seen Brothers and Sisters walked out of work never to be seen again. Not that I can read or smart stuff like that, but everyone knows the story of Animal Farm by that George Orwell man. I was fretting I can tell you.
I knew something was really up when this Brian fella came to my work place one day. That NEVER happens, people visiting. He just walked in as bold as brass with his friend. We all started raising the alarm and yelling at him that he'd better get out of there and QUICK. The men folk came out and instead of setting about them, they took them into The Palace and fed and watered them! Next thing I know is that my Man came and slipped me onto a lead and told me to go for a walk with this pair! Really ... a walk! I wouldn't trust this pair with a CAT! Let alone worker like myself! I didn't like this idea at all and let them know! I dragged my heels all the way to the Gate, and here's a thing! They walked me into the Human entrance. We workers ALWAYS go through our special entrance, we are chauffered to work!
Outside I let them walk me around for a while. I didn't pay much attention, I was too busy looking after them. These two men just hadn't got a clue. I honestly thought they would walk us all under a car or a 'bus or something stupid. They bought themselves something delicious to eat, but nothing for me! It was sort of nice seeing places at work that I hadn't visited before, bumping into people that I'd worked with and seen around. However, the talk was of me ... and it began to dawn on me that these clowns were going to take me away! Permanently! Good Grief!
Thankfully they walked me back to my work-place and I recovered my nerves. I began to forget about it. Dave, my Man would surely not hand me over to those two idiots ... would he?

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