Political World

We live in a political world

Wisdom is thrown into jail

It rots in a cell

Misguided as hell

Leaving no-one to pick up a trail

It’s been hot! Almost too hot, even for me who is a shameless sleepy sun worshipper. I’ve been spending all my time outside, moving between shade and sunshine whilst I happily nod off for most of the day. Generally I’m fine with the heat, unlike Him Indoors who really does not like it at all. He’s been buried in his living-room because it’s pretty cool in there, which means he stays really calm and happy, not hot and bothered which normally results in him shouting at inanimate objects….or me!

However, after we returned from a few days by the sea in Devon, I rather overdid the sun. His Nibs reckoned I did anyway because he told me I had sunstroke when I gave up eating for two days (me! Baxter! Giving up food!) and he did become rather worried when I didn’t have a pooh for those two days either. Dear readers, I can report all is well again now and so His Nibs is more relaxed with me at the moment (mostly).

The Boss took me down to a posh but very dog friendly hotel at Soar Mill Cove in Devon. We took Miss Zynia with us, which I loved because she gives me lots of walks. Him Indoors can’t handle steep paths and rough tracks, poor old chap, but Miss Z took me down to the beach. Not sure about the beach actually, those waves crash about making lots of noise which rather scares me. I’m an old boy now and I’ve become a lot more nervous in my old age. I think this applies to the Boss about things as well.

I have to say this whole ageing process is a distinctly uncomfortable happening. In my case I am gradually realising that my back legs are collapsing a little bit too frequently. It just used to be a bit tricky getting up, but together with the arthritis in all my legs its becoming much more difficult to not only get up but also to walk safely.  I’ve started to trip more often, mixed in amongst the collapses that happen with increasing frequency.

I should report, to be fair to him, that The Boss has taken all the success of Manchester City remarkably calmly. I expected a world of gloom to come our way, but it seems his disaffection with ‘all things professional football” have transferred into a calmness approximating to the “who cares, its only a game” approach that his good lady Chris used to take.

Talking of the Boss, he’s still having fun in the health system. He seems to have become a specialist in having cameras put into his body via various orifices best not talked about in public. He’s now due operation to remove a kidney as it has a tumour in it. I just hope Miss Z comes over to look after me when he’s in hospital.

His health and temper has been kept amused by the goings-on in politics. His Nibs is not a fan of our current government, and I’m being very polite in putting that point in such a gentle manner. In truth, I’ve not seen him laugh out loud so much for a long time as when he heard old Bojo had resigned. 

You will no doubt know that His Nibs opinion of Bojo is not high. He cannot fathom how anybody could vote for somebody with such a reputation as an inveterate liar and an incompetent manager, let alone make them leader of a political party and thus our government.

I’ve been keeping up to date with how Festival has been developing. With all his health things His Nibs has not been involved too much, but has been keeping a fatherly eye on the hard working team putting it all together. They have put together a really interesting programme, so it is to be hoped the tickets sell well.

Finally, as Him Indoors has managed in our short time together to turn me into a sports loving sort of chap, anticipation has been growing for start of The Ashes cricket. I will be able to give you all my cricketing wisdom in my next little piece of writing for you but suffice to say that as I write I am gripped the excitement of the final day of the first Test being, quite literally, in the balance!

Woof! Woof!