Last night mistress was going to cook pasta and tomato sauce.
I like that, I get all the leftover sauce and some pasta too for my breakfast. But master pulled a face.
I’m not sure whether he didn’t want pasta and tomato sauce or whether he didn’t want to wait for Misery to faff around and cook it. Sometimes she takes a long time to make sauces.
So master proposed we went to the Indian restaurant at the marina.
Of course one of the most important reasons for going there – apart from providing me with breakfast for the morning after – is that I can lie outside at the table with them. And eat poppadoms.
Off master and I went leaving Misery to jump in the shower and wash her greasy hair and catch us up.
And we had a very nice time. There were a few dogs walked past and I had a good sniff.
I can smell a dog.
Do I know that dog?
But mostly I lay down.
Hiding from Misery under master’s chair.
You can’t see me.
Here I am.
But I think next time they need to order more food so there is an adequate supply of leftovers for my breakfast. They ate most of the food yesterday. And I think mistress’s title is a bit inaccurate. They went out to dinner. I accompanied them and got a few bits of poppadom. Hardly Pippa goes out to dinner in my opinion.
Thank you to everyone who left messages of sympathy for Vicky about my pal Harry. I know she appreciates it.
And I was preparing a mega update to the film project – JB was asking about it – but I wanted to write about my evening out before I forgot.