Aristocrats

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Being born into Aristocracy carries its share of responsibilities but my siblings and I as youngsters tended to rebel just a wee tad. One suspects it had something to do with the size of the family. You see there were nine siblings in all. This was inclined to make us all a little bit competitive and so we soon learnt to develop an aggressive nature in a bid to stay at the top of the pecking order. Of course the girls were much cuter than the boys were and so they attracted a lot more favourable attention than us mere males. As youngsters we spent a lot of time outdoors roaming around the Estate trying to find ways to amuse ourselves. Because of our rambunctious nature we often spent hours on end devising ways to agitate the servants, such as the time we all sat quietly watching the gardener setting out the summer gardens, and the moment he left to have his lunch we uprooted all the new plants and spread them all over the lawn. To say he was a bit upset was putting it mildly.

The younger servants were always good for a bit of a giggle. They really had no idea how to handle us and so we were able to reek havoc with virtual immunity. Many was the time, after they had taken a lot of time to clean and tidy their private quarters, we would sneak in once they’d left and have a blast just running amok in their rooms and generally making it untidy again. And of course they would know who’d caused the devastation but there was not a lot they could do about it because ultimately we ruled supreme.

The kitchen was another of our favourite place to dally, especially if the cook was making lots of goodies and wasn’t taking too much notice of what we were doing. She was extremely good at making pies and you can be sure the aroma wafting from the kitchen would bring us scuttling to see what could be gleaned from the cook. Often we would be treated to a little savoury or some other little tit bit but that was never enough for us. The trick was to create a diversion that would draw her away from the kitchen and this would often take shape in the form of a squabble over whatever little treat she had just given us. While she was attending to this the rest of us would grab whatever we could and make a run for it. Inevitably, those of us that had caused the diversion would miss out on the spoils.

The two head servants were a different matter altogether. It was alway a lot harder to dupe them into doing what you wanted and at the same time leaving them thinking they were still in charge and had the upper hand. But naturally our sweet little faces and our lovable natures would always win the day.

Yes, being born into Aristocracy does have its moments, especially if you are a litter of..................... King Charles Spaniels.

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