We had our new neighbours in last night for a cup of tea and a chat after they had kindly given us some fresh garlic and rhubarb. I have never seen sticks so big!
It appears that after redundancy some years ago, they changed their way of life and bought a smallholding for growing fruit and vegetables.
Maggie was being a pain, insisting on getting cuddles and fuss whilst covering them with shed dog fur, so we were most apologetic though they assured us they didn’t mind.
We got on to the subject of pets, routine and animal understanding of the human language.
I’ve mentioned Woodrow before and last night, they had us in stitches as they explained about their pet.
We already knew he said Hello and Goodbye, and apparently, he has adopted several facial expressions and tones when saying Goodbye, especially if they are going out without him, when he can put Maggie to shame in generating guilt complexes by drooping his shoulders and hanging his head!
It would appear they have a similar routine to us in retiring early (around 9.30) and Woodrow is as good as any alarm clock. He is allowed to sit on a perch when they are at home (it has a large base which they fill with a cat litter type product to catch seed and any droppings) and content to sit and watch the TV with them.
However, he knows when it is bedtime, so hops off his perch and walks along the back of their sofa, saying ‘Bed, Bed, Bed’.
One particular evening, they decided to stay up and watch a late film.
Woodrow was obviously confused when bedtime did not occur, and got quite agitated with his pacing and chants of Bed, Bed, Bed.
After a fruitless half an hour or so, he stood directly in front of them and at the top of his voice screeched ‘BED!’
I honestly can’t remember my parents having to yell at me like that as a kid!