Today’s Isolation Diary comes from Bev’s dog – Bonnie the Westie! I hope you enjoy it and as always, please feel free to send me your own diary. 😊 It doesn’t have to be long, and you don’t have to be a writer, either. Just write whatever comes to you, and I’ll do the rest. Contact me if you’d like to take part, and I’ll look forward to hearing from you!
Until next time,
Tales from Isolation Street – Bonnie the Westie
After a very good night’s sleep I am ready for my breakfast, but my favourite human is asleep!!! Nothing else for it – I will need to wake him.
After nibbling his fingers that are hanging out of bed, we are on our way to happiness in the form of butcher’s doggie’s brekkie. Yum, yum!
While my humans are having some food, I walk around the garden, making sure we have had no unwanted visitors overnight. I sniff the little hole that keeps appearing each night under the fence, followed by my trademark little grunt at the world… Hmm, that should be enough; I definitely told them little visitors off! I bet it’s those squirrels.
Off for my morning walk with my favourite human – my dad Ian… Not a soul to be seen, but I’m ready to bark at anything that moves or shouldn’t be there. They call it Westie attitude but it’s just my job! 😃
That’s me done for a few hours. Time for a nap. Zzzzzzz…
My human mum Bev is off to work. She’s a bit late, she normally goes earlier than this. This key worker thing is weird because she only works 10 – 2 at the minute. Don’t like them going out, so will sulk till she begs for a kiss.
Time for another nap me thinks… Zzzz…
That was a great little sleep. Now I’m ready to see what’s going on in Isolation Street, from my favourite lookout spot at the top of the stairs, looking out of the window with the sun on my face. Hmmm, that car cleaner man is out… He cleans that car too much, so yep he’s getting a Bonnie bark! Hee, hee that told him. Ooh a leaf has just moved! Bark, bark to you too!
Spend the afternoon sitting in the garden, just taking in the sunshine and keeping check on the garden and those squirrels!! The little boy two houses over, is playing on his trampoline – making screaming noises – while his brother tries to get on it. Bark! Bark! Bark! They are disturbing my peace.
Yay my mum is home, with tales of social distancing and crazy human behaviour. 🤪
After half an hour of running my super fastest around the garden (makes the humans laugh, bless em!), I’m ready for my pre-tea nap. Zzzz…
My belly tells me it’s tea time… Yum, yum.
Ooh, it’s nearly Boris time. My humans are sat around the telly, watching the chief talk to us from a room in his house.
Well, that’s me done. Time for a nice, chilled night in my tartan dog bed. The humans are so wrapped round my little paw. They bring my bed into the living room each night from the kitchen so they can ooh and ahhh at me. I keep them entertained with my yoga-inspired positions while in my bed; changing every 30 minutes.
Time for my last walk around the garden before night time. It is much quieter than normal. Where is everyone? I guess they have all listened to Boris and stayed home. But never fear, I can still hear some of my little four-legged friends barking good night to us all, and I reply with a cheerful woof, woof of my own. Have a wander, and then sit in the middle of the garden like a statue. This trick works every night and they fall for it. Hee, hee! I don’t move until my mum shouts, “What’s Mummy got?” Yippee, dog treats! I come running into the house.
Night, night Isolation Street, until next time.