Ruminations of Pilot the Pooch (12)
‘Good morning, Captain Tom, Sir. Her Majesty’s Light Spaniel Infantry reporting for duty, Sir. Sergeant Pilot on parade, Sir.’
I always greet our hero of heroes that way. He might have been honoured and promoted but to this family, he will always be Captain Tom. Super-Tom! Every day, no matter the weather I do as he has done and check the boundary of our home for any enemy action. Then I report to him: ‘All present and correct, Sir … Permission to carry on, Sir?’
After parade, it’s time for reveille, so I go to the kitchen and, using my nose, make a terrific clatter, pushing my bowl round the floor to let everyone know it’s time for breakfast.