A Glorious Coming Together

We had not seen OLAHF in a long time but yesterday afternoon there it was, walking slowly and dejectedly down the path. Head and tail hanging low. And What a Sight it was. Every part of it shampooed, brushed and (terrible thought) possibly even curled. Myself and TYK sat down and averted Our eyes of course but TB had no such delicate thoughts. Bounced up to OLAHF, all wag and wuff, and invited it to play. With no response. So it bounced all around, occasionally stopping before the Sad Creature to wuff. Patted it with a grimy paw. And OLAHF's fragile self control snapped. Swatted TB on the nose with a perfectly manicured paw and turned and ran.

Whether in invitation or not We shall never know. TB followed as fast as it could, losing track of the hairy mog with every stride, cut a corner by Our spinach and tripped up. Slid along the leaves and hit OLAHF with a solid thump. Both stopped, looked hard at each other and then TB ran. Followed by OLAHF at Topmost Speed. There was a Glorious Coming Together on ONN's newly cleared and manured allotment. Cat, Beagle and Unmentionable Things flying in all directions.

Finally the pair returned to Us. And What a Sight they were. Muddied and matted. And smiling in Friendship and Triumph. OLAHF went proudly up the path, head and tail held high (in spite of the weight of mud now attached.) A short while later a piercing scream indicated it had reached home.