Visitors

Hey today was pretty amazing.

The two legs had visitors and they brought some dogs with them - wow can you imagine - dogs in my house.

I saw them getting prepared and I sensed something was going to happen when he took our food dishes and boxes upstairs and into the bedroom. We never eat in bed - the meat and fish tends to get everywhere and the last thing you want is to wake up with a bit of dried fish stuck to your coat. I told Sebastian what was happening and he said not to disturb him because he wouldn't have so far to go for his sustenance. I told Max and he told me that it was probably to help him recover from his "condition".

There is no way you can help some people so I knew it was left to me to keep alert. I saw the two legs arrive and then I saw them go and get the dogs out of their car and take them for a walk. I think it's quite funny whenever Max or any of us want to go for a walk we go on our own. But dogs - they have to have someone walk with them and lead them. I guess they haven't got our sense of direction. Mind you Max says they simply haven't got our sense!

They looked friendly enough dogs but you can never be sure. I was up for going down to investigate but the door was shut and we couldn't get out. I tried to talk it over but Max was asleep and Sebastian was eating as fast as he could. We went to sleep.

When I woke up the door was open and I could hear noises downstairs - a sort of snoring sound but not Sebastian. I gave Max a prod and he said he could hear it too. I said I would go and investigate but Max came over all masterful and insisted he went to investigate saying I was like a bull in a china shop. I don't know how he knows these things because to the best of my knowledge he has never seen a bull let alone see one on a china shop which again I don't think Max has ever seen.

I woke Sebastian and we listened as Max stealthily crept downstairs and circled to the back door. We heard the female two legs let him out into the garden. a few minutes later we heard the male two legs open the door and call Max in and usher him upstairs. We heard the laboured climb of the stairs.

"Well?" we asked in unison.

"Just two dogs sleeping on the settee" Max reported.

"Sleeping on my bed?" asked Sebastian. "Have they eaten my biscuits?"

"Nope." replied Max and promptly set about a lengthy washing. Further discussion was not allowed.

I thought it safe to go and investigate but the door was shut again.

By the time I got downstairs there was no sign of the dogs. Maybe next time we will meet.