Thursday was the time of the annual Inchmarlo BBQ. So Daddy, Jennifer and I went out to Inchmarlo and I spoke to a number of my friends in the House and after they arrived some of the Home Owners. However, since we were early I went round the back to meet three of the young Care Assistants, Danielle, Sheri and Zoe.
They very kindly took me for a walk, which I enjoyed, and then when we came back Colin gave me a piece of the barbequed sausage which I enjoyed very much.
Then even better the three Care Assistants gave me a whole sausage. My goodness it was good.
Time was now ready for the BBQ to begin and Colin and all his staff were wearing very colourful outfits.
They served all the home owners with hamburgers, chicken wings, sausages, salads etc. Despite the fact that I’m on the staff, all I got was a couple of sausages.
Daddy and Jennifer went through to the bar and had their hamburger together with the two Customer Liaison ladies, Margaret and Judy.
I enjoyed my visit, as ever, to Inchmarlo and when I came back home I was tired out from being given a walk by the three girls and speaking to a number of home owners so I settled into my favourite bean bag and had a good rest.
Oh what a busy week I’ve had. Pamela and Charlie were up and then first Jennifer and then Graeme arrived so my home was very full. I was doing my usual supervision of Charlie’s activities and I was rushed off my feet and hardly had a moment to myself. Since they’ve left I have been snoozing and snoring almost constantly.
Fortunately Charlie didn’t put on his Roman Centurion outfit and wave his sword all over the place, banging it onto table tops, so I wasn’t as frightened as I was on his previous visit. When I came home from a walk with Daddy in the Den, Charlie wasn’t anywhere to be seen and my home was quiet. I instantly concluded he was having his bath and while I normally go upstairs very, very slowly, on this particular occasion I charged upstairs to catch him in his bath before he got out. Unfortunately he had a water pistol which he insisted on filling with water and firing at me. I didn’t like that at all so I went and hid behind Pamela.
As you know, my official title is Therapy Assistant (Canine) in Training. The reason why it has got the words “In Training” is that while I’ve been visiting since I was 12 weeks old Inchmarlo has had two official “Therapets” visiting the residents for many, many years. They are owned by Fiona Stalker and she goes round other homes in Banchory with Ebony and Poppy. Ebony is a 12 year old black Labrador and is very sweet and remarkably calm. Poppy is a three-year old tri-coloured Border Collie and is sweet, very excitable and just as loving to the residents as Ebony. Here they are in a photograph taken at the front of Inchmarlo House with Ebony and Poppy sitting either side of Fiona. Don’t they look good?
So many people have come up to me around Inchmarlo, new Home Owners, their family and friends and said “oh so this is Humphrey”, so I decided I really should, as an important member of staff, have my own business card printed. It has been done so on Friday after lunch we went out and Jill collected me and took me through to the Red Drawing Room where I went round and did all my usual visitations and cheered people up and then Jill handed out to all the residents present my business card.
If any of the people who read my blog would like a copy please write to me at: Humphrey, Inchmarlo House, Banchory, AB31 4AL. And I would be happy to send you one.
Later that afternoon, things got darker for me. When I was sitting in the back of the Mitsubishi Daddy saw me suddenly running round in a circle in the very small space. He calmed me down, because quite frankly I was getting in a panic, and later that night when I was lying on my beanbag, trying to drown out the noise of the television with my snoring I suddenly got up and bolted from the study through to the hall. Now I normally refuse to go through any doorway unless the door is wide open because I’m afraid of narrow entrances, but this time my panic took hold and I rushed through and again ran round and round in circles. Daddy knew immediately what was wrong and that was that I was having trouble with my anal gland. So on Saturday morning he phoned Ardene and we got an appointment in the afternoon.
My rear area wasn’t bothering me at that time so I marched in, cheerful as usual, spoke to the nice receptionist who gave me a treat, spoke to two or three other dogs and everything was going fine. Then I was taken into one of the consultant rooms where I met a lady called Alison. Alison listened to what Daddy had to say and then my ears fell back when she started taking out a pair of rubber gloves and putting them on.
I’ve been through this before and I know exactly what is going to happen when she put her fingers up my nether regions and does some manipulations to my back passage. Normally when I’m excited my ears stand up and I’m very alert but when I’m frightened my ears almost disappear into my head and you can’t see them. Well my goodness did they disappear today! It wasn’t painful, it was just extremely embarrassing.
After that Daddy said that I had been shaking my head again and could she take a look in my left ear. So here you see Alison looking into my ear. I asked Daddy not to take a photograph of Alison dealing with my nether regions since even my greatest friends would not particularly like to see me looking so uncomfortable.
Daddy likes looking at the photographs of the young and beautiful girls in Hello Magazine, Mummy likes looking at the celebrity weddings and I particularly enjoyed Hello Magazine’s issue of the 5th of September. There were lots of photographs of Ulrika Jonsson- which Daddy enjoyed, her beautiful family- which Mummy enjoyed, but there was one particular member of the family who I got awfully excited about, called Dotty. I would love to sniff her all over and lick her ears and to take her into my bean bag with me. In the big family group photograph, with four children, Ulrika and her husband, Dotty shines out like beacon of beauty. There’s also another photograph of her on page 13, admittedly above a photograph of a beautiful young girl, but Dotty with her tongue protruding and getting a hug from Ulrika is absolutely gorgeous.
Dotty, of course, is the five month old bulldog puppy.