This afternoon I had to go into the admin office to get my HM Forces rail card. I left Percy outside with the buggy thinking (wrongly) that it would only take a minute or so. When the clerk realised I was Mark’s wife and therefore owner of Percy I was sent to the front to get him. Percy was beside himself at being back in a room amongst people dressed in uniform and was a frenzy of waggy stump and down ears. Alby didn’t get a look in – all eyes and compliments, once again, went to Percy.
Percy was so buoyed by the love that he sprinted the whole way home and didn't even complain when I made him walk the long way back to house (walking around the block rather than straight home).
Percy just seems to love going to the office. We’ve had to go up to the Welfare Office for a couple of bits and pieces recently and he couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough. Yesterday the REME were offering the wives of deployed soldiers winter checks on their cars. (Yup, just the wives. Men left behind have to fend for themselves poor chaps). I drove over with the boys and, despite revving engines and all sorts of banging Percy didn’t flinch once. He snuffled about and trotted out of the hanger head held high.
Whilst I could take this love of uniform as a sign that he is thoroughly tired of me, I am writing this with Percy perched on my lap. Over the past week Percy has upped the melty stakes a couple of levels and is doing his best to ensure that I hit my quota of daily bulldog cuddles.
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