Bloody dog. One of my bloody dogs piddled on the living room carpet yesterday. Gad I can't abide it. I do love my mutts but such piddling is enough to make a woman lose it. We sat at the dinner table discussing our weak-bladdered companion. After much waving of hands and shaking of heads the Adrenaline Junkie said to our four year old,
'I know, let's sell him. We can use the money to buy sweeties'
'Ooooh yes, that's a good idea' says Junkie Junior.
'Is it? Shall we sell the other dog as well?'
'Yes, we could buy even more sweets then couldn't we?' (well there's no arguing with that, is there?)
Her fourteen year old sister rolled her eyes and joined in with a disapproving, 'Awww'.
Junkie Junior turned, patted her big sister on the arm and said,
'Don't worry, we won't sell you.'
Well that's all right then.
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The word "walkies" can make my dog so excited she sometimes wees before we can get out of the door. So now we use the term "going for a wander" but she's starting to get excited on that too now! Can't win.
Oh Eddy, I know the problem. We have to put the dogs out in the garden before we go for a walk so that we have time to get our coats on and get the leads ready. Daft mutts.
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