My Doggy and the Café

I knew I was late for work but it didn't matter as I was the boss: I knew the staff would be there getting things ready. I was also aware that my help is still needed to get things running, such as bringing fresh stock.

I picked up the dog lead and put it around my lovely doggy's neck and we proceeded to the first café.

She was such a well behaved dog that I knew I could safely walk her all the way.

We arrived at the first café where I greeted the staff and asked if there was anything they needed help with. I put Gypsy (my doggy) out the back out of the way and prepared the chicken for the day (after washing my hands thoroughly). Once done I took a list of what was needed, grabbed Gypsy and proceeded to the next café.

I didn't get her on the lead fast enough so she wandered off into the street. She may have been well behaved but that doesn't mean she was particularly bright. I had to retrieve her from the road and put her back on her lead.

I picked up some of the supplies from the local shop that I knew was needed and continued on to the next café.

Once there I dropped the supplies off but kept Gypsy with me as they didn't really need my help, although I did inspect the kitchens.

I then left.

My unconscious mind struggled to remember if we owned any other cafés, although I was pretty sure that we did.

But what does it all mean?

Poor mousey

The scene opened in the back garden. Exciting I know. The fat balls that the birds consume in insane quantities needed refilling. Probably related to the amount of wildlife we seem to have in the garden.

While doing so I noticed a small netted box with a couple of the balls inside. On investigating I noticed a lovely ickle mouse had been trapped inside without access to water. It didn't look too well and had gone grey and some of its fur seemed to have fallen out.

Upon removing the netting the mouse climbed out.

Concerned about the poor little bugger, and also totally curious about watching a mouse drink water because I'm cool, I picked him back up and took him into the garage where I planned on finding him something to drink from.

I tried keeping him in the box but he did a strange and uncharacteristic backwards leap into the garage where I had no chance of seeing him again.

And then I woke up.

I realise that capturing the little bugger just to quench my curiosity may be construed as a little cruel, but I only wanted to watch him have a little drinky then I was going to let him into the garden again, honest!

I also realise that a mouse can probably find its own water.

But what does it all mean?