A dog not named Boo

Why is Boo suddenly so popular? There are far better dogs around – Murphy, Lulu, Fizz, Milo, Colin Snout and many others of impeccable credentials. Well I guess some dogs just do look cute but never judge a dog by its cuteness quotient. I was wasting 20 minutes waiting for Mrs. Ha to finish shopping this afternoon when I spotted this little thing.

Undoubtedly a high scorer on the cute-scale but not much of a conversationalist. After 15 minutes trying to engage it in barkasation it resolutely refused to utter a sound. Snubbed I was.

Eventually Mrs. Ha finished her chores and we had a cup of tea and some afternoon toast at the Sai Kung greasy spoon. Then we walked along the sea front back towards the car park. At last I lit up. A Peregrine Falcon was cruising over the boats and looking all puffed up and regal, effortlessly slicing through the dull autumnal air. A second circuit and it landed on one of the apartment balconies above a restaurant. Imagine you were to go to the living room window and there, sitting on your balcony rail, was a PF. I’d like some of that. Can you take a photo? asked Mrs. Ha. I tried to explain the limitations of a 35mm lens. So there it sat and suddenly I wondered if I might introduce it to the arrogant Pom. That would make an interesting how-do-you-do? I don’t think a Peregrine would stoop to pavement level. A bit risky if the timing were wrong.

We saw a film once in which a dog was seized by an eagle and carried away. Sandra Bullock was in it (but she played neither dog nor eagle) and sadly the film was set in Alaska and the eagle was a Wedge-tailed, found only in Australia. Poor casting. But a Peregrine taking a Pom in Sai Kung. It would pack the cinemas. Providing it wasn’t Lulu getting carried away. I think I shall have to talk to Chow Yun-fat. Now he can’t work in the PRC any more he may need a little extra dosh. And no role for Boo. Boo Who?

Lulu’s log

Hello loyal subjects. Princess Lulu here. When the boss is away the house goes to rack and ruin. I needed an ice cream to hold me together.She is swanning around Seoul and he is floundering helplessly wondering what to do with all the gadgets she lovingly prepared for him. The only one that seems to interest him is the steam cleaner. Typical bloke. He pretends it is a steam train. To be honest I haven’t actually seen him do any housework yet unless you count washing the dishes. What a waste of space he is.

Still I get fed earlier by him. He was up and working at 7.30 this morning and the biscuit box was opened just after 8.00. It takes him forever to pack away my en suite, night-poo tray, second water fountain, change the blankets etc. He hasn’t a clue.

She was also up early but she went to some fun park as far as I can tell. So he works and she plays. I just supervise him. He has learned to respond to my bark pretty well. Its a sort of Pavlov’s Man experiment I am conducting. The difference is that I get the reward. Clearly I am smarter than he is but it will take him a while to catch on.

He sneaked out last night. Muttered something about needing to eat. I was not impressed. But he had been up since 5 am to drive the boss to the airport so I cut him a little slack. Tonight I hope he remembers that I like my supper at 8 pm, not 8.05pm. Standards must not drop. I also had to remind him that I get a 6 biscuit quota of Raw Boost before I turn in. I offered him one but he muttered something about me already having licked it. Picky, picky!!

Tomorrow I hope he is going to do something useful and include me. I get bored by his long conference calls. Yawn. If I try to ask him a question he puts the phone on mute and yells at me. All I want is to play for a while. All in all I have to say I shall be grateful when the boss gets back. Some semblance of order will return. I bet he runs around last minute cleaning the place and then pretending he has done it each day. What’s the reward for not ratting on him, I wonder? I’m sure I can show her where he has missed. I can lick all sorts of places he never goes.

Until she gets back I guess I shall have to soldier on. I don’t know. It’s a man’s life.