Saturday, September 10, 2005

Going to the dogs

Our dogs are a nightmare.

We got home yesterday to muffled barking. Not the usual barking we get from dogs in the open air run, keen to have their adopted parents back. This was strangely muffled and strangely desperate. We approached their run - a big open air space, protected from the elements by tarpaulin with a little igloo inside for protection from the elements - and started to get a little worried when we couldn't see the dogs bouncing up and down in their normal way. But we could still hear the muffled barking.

Then we spotted the sign:

"Houdini and Friend are in the shed after three escape attempts. Karen will send you the cleaning bill later, Geo"

Most odd.

At least that explained the strange tone to the barking. The dogs had been rehomed in one of the run-down old out buildings. "Geo" had then secured them in there through a combination of bits of rope, wire and an old belt. They were still bouncing and you could just make out their frantic little heads bobbing up behind the grimy window.

So more apologies to go through.

Luckily Karen thought our dogs were very cute as they trotted into her kitchen and ate their cat's food. Three times. Geo - turns out to be another neighbour, called George - just seemed very pleased with himself for having saved the day.

Oh the pleasures of having two insane Jack Russells. And to think w2b thinks kids will transform our lives! Every second of our home lives is governed by these hyperactive, labotomised little bundles of joy.

Even now they're playing tug-of-war. With Gamba pulling from the high ground of w2b's knee. We've already witnessed Zulu slingshot Gamba across the room. Well it’s more entertaining than X-Factor.

In Sid news, he's starting to get really irritated by all the dust (sparkies were in today and actually did some work). His itchiness was getting to that painful stage - aided and abetted by Zulu and Gambas' leaping on and off my knee. But having a new bathroom kind of cancels that out. At least changing him isn't the trauma it used to be. Even if I have resorted to sandwich bags for disposal 'cos I can't seem to find the proper blue ones.

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