Summer is back

Today it is far too warm for any self respecting Basset to want to go for a walk.I tried the”I am sleeping”ploy but the lead and harness came out anyway.You would think that this person,who they refer to as God,would arrange the weather to be just right.We have ,after all,had to put up with the dreadful,cold white stuff for ages.OK they cleared a path down the garden ,so that my undercarriage did not drag along in it,but no one cleared a path round the park or the pavements.This meant that I was in constant conact with the horrid stuff.I have been informed that I am the first “dog” to live here who hated snow.Two things wrong with this.Firstly I am an exceptional hound and secondly I can only assume that the others lacked a few brain cells.Who in their right mind would want to go out to get frozen feet and wet ears?Of course going out in it meant that my feet,ears and undercarriage had to be washed off when I got back to lie infront of the fire.I should have been left there in the first place,just as I should have been left on my armchair under the fan today.I feel a dose of revenge coming up in which I shall look mournful and not eat until later.This will give head of staff a guilt complex for taking me out when I clearly did not want to go.I shall now retire to my bed to start the guilt trip.

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