Poor Fergus. I think he's feeling neglected. We've been at our cottage for four months now, and I haven't done a Fergus Friday post in all that time. I keep telling him he isn't a mischievous little puppy anymore, and now that he's a grown-up dog there isn't as much to blog about. Then he reminded me about the pillows.
A few weeks ago when I went to IKEA I picked up a couple new pillows for the couch. These were to replace the previous pillows that Fergus had ruined. When I got home I told him there was no way he was sleeping on these and ruining them like the last ones. They were definitely "out of bounds." For the first couple of days I stuck to my guns. Then, slowly but surely, Fergus edged his way closer and closer.
He became possessed. If you own a West Highland Terrier you know exactly what I'm talking about. On top of those pillows, covering as many square inches as he could manage, was the only place in the house he wanted to be.
Then Emily decided dog hair wasn't enough; those pillows needed some cat hair stuck to them as well.
If you come to our house for a visit I strongly suggest you don't use the pillows. Not unless you have a lint brush in your pocket.
Fergus has also had his knickers in a knot because of the new little human who keeps coming to visit. Jenny loves Lucy. In fact, we are quite sure Jenny thinks Lucy is her puppy when she is here. She doesn't understand why we won't let her groom her, sleep with her, and generally take over. On the other hand, Fergus gets a confused look on his face, sniffs Lucy a couple of times, then looks up at me with big, brown eyes that are filled with hurt. The first time Lucy was here and I was holding her Fergus looked up at me and peed on the floor. Intentionally. Boring holes in me with those brown eyes the whole time.
I'm not worried about this. Fergus might be quite a jealous little guy, but he doesn't have an aggressive bone in his body. I'm quite sure they will be good friends once Lucy gets a little bit older and Fergus has had some more time to warm up to this new little person in his life. In the meantime, David is more Fergus's idea of the perfect house guest.
Fergus likes it here at Cultus Lake. There are lots of dogs to bark at, along with some squirrels and bunnies. However, there is one thing here that Fergus hates. With a passion. When it rains he acts like he is being mortally wounded with each drop that falls. And when it rains here it doesn't fool around. I decided it was time to take some action, so I knit Fergus a sweater. This is an indication of how much he has grown up since last year, when he would have eaten a sweater off his own back.
I used to think it was silly to put sweaters on dogs. And I also swore I would never, ever knit things for my pets. There's some sort of lesson in this, I'm just not certain what it is. Have I turned into a soft touch? Do you put sweaters on your dogs? When I was growing up our dogs lived outside, ate table scraps, and had a little wooden doghouse to sleep in at night. Things sure aren't what they used to be, and I think Fergus is very thankful for that fact.
*Ting Ting update: Amazon has fixed the error on their site listing the book as a pre-order. It is now in stock. I should also point out it can be ordered from anywhere in the world through Amazon, so if you live overseas you should be able to get a copy through them.