Background: our elderly greyhound Caspian has been sleeping peacefully under the Xmas tree all holiday.
Today, as I cheerfully uttered the fateful words "I'm going upstairs now to do some writing," to my husband (who was lying gripped by a migraine), I opened the curtains and tried to step back over the dog, between the sofa and the tree.
I failed. The tree went flying. A bucketful of water hit the carpet. Mr Ashbless leapt up from his bed of pain and grabbed the tree. The bloody dog just lay there as I flailed around trying to swab up the water with towels. Eventually we forced him to his feet and out of the way.
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| "What did you do that for, you stupid monkey?" |
Grumpily, Caspian tottered into the kitchen, took one look at the closed back door, and pissed ALL OVER THE LINO just to show us how much he disapproved of being disturbed.
Xmas is officially OVER!
2 comments:
I adore your old dog. That's sort of how I feel once the holiday ends and everyone goes home. I miss the grandkids, but I want the mess cleaned up. Now. Look at the bright side...at least he didn't poop!
Happy New Year!
Kate
Yes, he didn't poop! As long as he can make it outside to poop, all is well :-D
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