Ted | My Shetland

I popped over to see a friend this morning. She had asked me if I wanted a bed she had recently bought for her dog (a Border collie), which had proven to be a bit small. I said, yes, please. After all, there will always be someone in our house who can use it.

We placed the bed amongst the others and Ted liked the look and promptly plonked himself in.

Yes, this definitely had a potential lovely-dog-bedness feeling about it.

And Ted happily settled knowing this was now Ted’s bed.

Definitely Ted’s perfect bed for Ted and no one else because it belongs to Ted now. Them’s his rules.

But is it, though?

The bed could now be Monster’s perfect bed.

Monster promptly made himself comfortable and, feeling a little too relaxed and happy, decided to make it his own.

He had a wash.

So, it’s Monster’s bed now because Monster has decided that is the way it will be (and now Ted hasn’t got his bed and I feel awful…. For a short while, Ted was so happy.)

Today was Ted’s day.

He started it looking like a greasy Muppet and came home this evening looking much changed – very handsome.

This is not an easy transition for Ted – he loathes going anywhere on a lead and manages to get into a very unnecessary lather about the whole scenario. The journey in the car never goes well either.

But we reached Scalloway in good time and I happily handed Ted over to Coni of Hundr Dog Grooming (albeit a little early too, sorry Coni), and ran away to drive over to Lerwick. I wanted to finish my Christmas shopping.

The street was not humming with the merry excitement of Christmas shoppers. The place was derelict. A few shops were busy, though, so that was encouraging.