The building work I told you about is not quite finished yet, so we’re still in chaos. To add to my worries, the female biped had a slight mishap one morning last week.
The male biped had left really early to travel to a meeting. I went for an early walk with the female biped, so that we would be back before the builders arrived. It was a wet morning and when the biped had wiped my paws dry she realised that she’d forgotten to post something while we were out.
She said that she would go on her own as she’d only be a few minutes and she didn’t want to dry my paws again. With the benefit of hindsight, I should never have let her go back out on her own! I settled down to wait for her and I must have dozed off because I didn’t notice she’d been longer than expected until I heard her opening the front door.
I went to greet her and was shocked to see that she was limping and covered in dirt. Then I noticed that there were two dogs with their biped at the end of the drive. The dogs told me that they’d seen my biped fall over and that they had made sure she got home safely. They said they were pleased to meet me and we’d have a longer chat another day. I thanked them and turned my attention to my biped.
She thanked the other biped and closed the door. I was worried about her and I started sniffing her to check for injuries.
She said, “It isn’t as bad as it looks, Clowie. My knee is a bit sore, but otherwise I’m fine. It’s just mud on me.”
My nose had already told me what was on her and I was surprised that she now classes duck poop as mud! I let her get washed and changed. She put the clothes she’d been wearing in the washing machine. When she’d done that she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down. That gave me the perfect opportunity to sniff her over from head to toe. I soon found that she’d grazed her hand. She hadn’t mentioned that. I started to lick it for her.
She pulled her hand away and said, “That tickles! Don’t worry, I cleaned it thoroughly.”
Then she added, “You don’t miss a thing, do you? Give me a hug!”
I was only too pleased to give her a big hug. She told me that she’d slipped on some wet leaves on the path. I’d sniffed her trainers and I was fairly sure that duck poop was the culprit and not wet leaves. I was beginning to think she must have banged her head! I gave her head another sniff. I couldn’t detect a problem but I made sure to keep a careful eye on her for the rest of the day.
She didn’t need to tell me where it had happened, as my nose had already told me. There’s a section of path near the post box where the path narrows to a line of stone slabs between two grassy areas. The ducks like to hang out and quack there, when they’re not on the canal. Unfortunately, they don’t clean up after themselves and, unlike every responsible dog I know, they haven’t trained bipeds to do it for them. If you’ve ever seen duck poop, you won’t be surprised when I tell you that the path can be quite slippery – especially in wet weather.
My biped had been to the post box and was on her way back. She was walking a bit faster than normal and one foot just slid away as she transferred her weight to it. She landed flat on her back. The dogs that I’d seen when she arrived home had been nearby with their biped and they rushed over to see if they could help. They’d then walked home with her to make sure that she got back to me safely.
I have, of course, taken good care of her. Her knee was sore for a couple of days, but there was no real damage done. She still insists on walking upright on two legs, although it’s obviously safer on four.
I’m very pleased that those dogs and their biped saw her home. I’m looking forward to meeting them out and about and getting to know them better.
See you soon!