The pack is back!

Hello again fellow bloghounds!

I can hardly believe it's been over a month since I last logged on. What a load of stuff has happened since then.... it's been a strange few weeks I can tell you. On the way to the grandparents house before Christmas we dropped Ruby off at her old family's house, and left her there! I couldn't believe it. I made it my duty to protest as loud as I could for the rest of the journey, which didn't go down well with the humans as it was a good four hour trip in the snow.

We finally got to the grandparents and I forgave the humans for betraying us, cos my cousins the yellow and chocolate labradors turned up, ensuing days of havoc all round! Ha! To be honest, four dogs would probably have been a bit much for the oldies so I decided leaving Ruby behind was probably for the best. Plus I got to sleep on the bed and get all the left over turkey (sorry Rubes....)

After the holidays we got home and boy was I in for a shock. More clothes started to appear from nowhere, to be packed in big coffin like bags, all bright colours and skimpy they were. Hmmmmmmmmm. I was starting to get seriously bemused by this point when they took me to my other nan's house for a couple of hours... which is ok, but with no Ruby there to help me bully Terry the Sheltie, I wondered how I was possibly going to while away the hours....

It gets worse. The hours turned into days, turned into more hours, more days, and then weeks! They'd only buggered off to somewhere called Mexico. And left me behind. In the snow.

Well, I vowed there and then never to trust them again. I would be ingnoring my humans when they returned and looking for an opportune moment to move in with some other ones who did not abandon me, I told Tez. He just looked at me blankly (he's a bit old and stupid). First they give the Ruby away, then they abandon me. I was livid.

And there were so many questions... where was this Mexico place? How long would they be gone? Would they even come back? Would I be stuck with Tez and no Ruby? Oh, the howls! I shredded the carpet in another protest move.

I'd finally given up all hope, when they reappeared out of nowhere - and the joy, the sheer joy of seeing my very own humans again was too much. I'm ashamed to say fellow bloggsters my vow of revenge was washed clean away. I took to lickinhg them to death for a week instead. The very next day I was the happiest puppy cocker alive when my pal Ruby came home... and here we all are today. The pack is back together, and now I must work out a way of ensuring that this horrible experience never ever occurs again.

Eds x