Summer has, well and truly, finished. The rain has been pouring down for hours and hours. I should be listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the window but no; all I can hear is the sound of the humans moaning on and on and on about the weather. Groan. What is it about the rain that they hate so much? I mean, come on humans, the walks we go on now are the best- we're practically walking through water! We come home absolutely SOAKED which means it's time for only one thing: to jump on the sofa and let the cushions dry us up- what's not to love?
For some, strange reason the humans don't really like the idea of drenching the sofa. They usually bark away at me if I snuggle up on their favourite pillow, all lovely and wet. It's alright though; I just ignore them. They can whinge for as long as they want but there is nooooo way I am going to move from my warm (but slightly damp) spot when all they can offer me in return for crawling off the couch is the cold, hard floor. Sometimes, when the humans are being extra mean, they DRAG me off the sofa when I'm snoozing. Talk about a lack of manners! Would they like it if I woke them up in the middle of the night, howling away? I wouldn't even DREAM of doing that, of course not...!
Talk soon, Jasper x
