A DOG’S LIFE- 18TH OCTOBER 2010.

I’ve taken in a male lodger rather against my will but there was really no way of saying no. I really did not expect him to share my bedroom with me however!  His owner is a constituent and I know her as she has a very good beauty salon in Buckley that I enjoy visiting.  Over a week ago, she rang to ask me to take in her cat as her house had caught fire causing severe damage and the place was now uninhabitable  Having a feisty cat of my own who once terrorised the cats next door I was not keen and thought it might not work and hedged. By chance, I met the dog owning cat owner the following day as she was booking into St David’s Park hotel until rented accommodation could be found.  She mentioned she would have to find a temporary sleeping place for Fudge, her dog  as he was barred from the hotel.  I thought that one more dog each night would not be too much of a problem so I agreed to have him and so he arrived that evening accompanied by 4 tins of dog food.  Hufflepuff, my Schnauzer  immediately began flirting with the new arrival; a cross between a Staffordshire Bull Terrier & a Labrador but Bunter, the male Pug was not pleased to see another bloke at all.  Much unfriendly growling and muttering but Fudge knew his place & kept a respectful distance. The first night they were all shut in the kitchen but Fudge whined most of the night and refused to stop.  Having gone down several times to him, I began to regret my generosity.  His owner came to collect him the following day and agreed that he was a dog with a routine and would whine if left.  He had been brought a breakfast buffet sausage which cheered him up no end.  She also admitted he suffered from the cold and would dive under any convenient duvet.  He spent the day at the salon and arrived back at new new hotel for 6.30pm.  After one more round of whining, I threw in the towel and I took him up stairs with me & settled him on a bathroom mat & an old dressing gown.  We all slept that night & I was not disturbed by a doggy visitor under the duvet.  That was reserved for the next night as I woke to find I was sharing a pillow with a brown furry head. He was tipped rapidly back to the floor.  To cut a long story short, his staple diet is sausages, fortunately several packs were on offer in the local Co-Op and he now arrives on the bed & he’s winning the battle of wills as to who gets under the duvet. I feel really sorry for the owner and for him as having one’s house badly burnt is no joke & it was sheer good luck that Fudge was not on the premises when the fire started in the roof.   It may have been caused by a squirrel gnawing thought wires in the roof space which then started the conflagration.  Building repairs have started which will take four months, but meantime rented accommodation has been found and so Fudge’s days at Halford’s hotel are now numbered.  In an odd way I will miss him when he does go, but it will be nice to have all my bed to myself & not have to put up with a dead weight on my feet.

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