I'm Colin, aka Wally,
I work at www.driving-instructor.tv - can you tell?
You'd never guess it from looking at me but I got employee of the month last month! Delighted I was. And then the boss took on this new girl. She was OK at first; used to let me fetch things from her handbag and take them to a safe place under the trampoline and then the boss bought a shed. Not for me I must add but a shed for 'her'. He put nice furniture and carpet in there and named it the Login.
I have really tried to keep my Employee of the Month status, honestly, I have. But its sooooo hard. The carpet in the Login is just asking to be slept on regardless of how muddy or smelly 'she' thinks I am. And the doors..... oh the doors, such new, lovely, well fitting, wooden doors. Sure what's a dog gonna do? I couldn't just ignore them so I had a little nibble. Only on the corner, just a small nibble, just where it might not get notice. It got noticed.
Oh and the heat! The Login is so cool for a fine specimen like me that needs to be not too hot, not too cold, not too hungry so I take refuge in there. But then there was the nasty incident with the paddling pool. Well I'm only two and I hadn't seen one before. I mean, how was I to know I wasn't supposed to go in it? After all they let me on the trampoline. I just had to see; had to feel; had to taste what that lovely plasticy new thing was. Sadly that was the end of the paddling pool but the wonderful breeze on my face as the air swished past my whiskers and made me feel like a model riding in a topless car around steep cliff edges with a bone in my mouth.
I somehow clawed it back though. I didn't walk the muddy mess left from the mini tsunami created by the deflating paddling pool into the Login or even through the house. I sought of tiptoed around it. I have also tried really hard not to bark at the new neighbours but I am most proud of my swift reaction when I ran out of the back gate and came face to face with a car.
So all was good. Life was sweet again. 'She' talks to me, plays with me but wont let me eat her new flip flops. But then yesterday..... oh yesterday.... all my troubles seemed so far away.... There it was, just sitting on the work top, whispering "eat me, go on you know you want to". So as stealth like as a fox I lept, I grabbed and I ran. Sadly it seems that eating a tub of margarine is not so good for the digestive system, or for making the kids' packed lunches.
I would love to be able to give you an update on the productivity of the team at driving-instructor.tv but I have been banished until they know I wouldn't mess the new carpet.
I can report that I have heard whispers of first aid (hopefully not for me) as a possible Simple CPD live chat and the launch of the Find a Driving Instructor Map. My ears only pricked up to this as I thought they said LUNCH.
Anyway I hope you are all enjoying the sun, dancing in the flowerbeds and playing in the sprinkler. Ahhhh its a dog's life.
