102: Frightening

Many of you will know that I am a very nervous dog.  If you don’t, you should re-read this blog from the first post.

TOWTSH can be a kind man.  For her birthday he bought TOWTLH a ticket to a private viewing of an exhibition at Harewood house about someone called Princess Mary. (TOWTSH sometimes calls me’ Princess’ but I don’t have an exhibition about me. (Yet!))

She went yesterday with a friend. (In fact, TOWTSH took her and dropped them both off.)

Ax I said, sometimes he is a kind man.

But, the corollary is that sometimes he is not.

Mid-morning he took me to Harewood to allegedly take me for a walk, have a picnic and the pick up the ladies to bring them home.

A good plan?

Well, yesterday was the last day of the school half-term break - and was a beautiful sunny day.  Harewood was packed.

As he opened the boot of the car to let me out i heard the noise of thousands of children (well, it seemed like it?). shouting, running, playing, laughing, squealing - you get the picture ....  and the soundtrack.

I trembled and refused to get out. After being enticed out, I simply refused to go anywhere near the hordes of unruly children.

We did have a walk in an empty field but we kept going near the hordes, the crowds, the masses and that  noise! It was terrifying.

So, I have no love for Princess Mary, She laid the trap.

I have  no love left for TOWTSH, he led me in to the trap.

Never again …. please!