Alarming dogs
Grandad January 17th, 2009
It’s not often that I get a lie in.
I was having a nice one this morning. The few pints last night had gone down well, and I was in a nice deep sleep. Things between myself and Sharon were just getting interesting.
There was a loud crash as Sandy flung open the door and came over and slobbered all over my nose.
One of Sandy’s little tricks she learned many years ago is the ability to open doors. If the door has a handle, she can open it. She never learned to close the fucking things behind her though. We have to lock all the doors at night, or we’ll wake to find badgers rooting around the kitchen or a deer in the living room. Sandy likes to invite in her friends.
Normally though, she respects the bedroom and we don’t lock that door.
Sandy obviously decided this morning that ten was a bit late for me to be in bed, so she came in and rectified the situation. I nearly rectified her.
That dog will have to go.
I’ll never discover now what Sharon was going to do with that cucumber.
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