FOR SALE: 8 MONTH OLD SLIGHTLY USED BORDER TERRIER PUPPY
Only joking, but after his antics this week, Ollie is blissfully unaware how close he came to that LOL Its quite an amusing tale I am sure - if it was happening to someone else!
Monday: terriers are destructive with their toys FACT. We haven't found one that they couldn't destroy and like (found toys they ignore and don't destroy but the ones they play with THEY KILL). We can live with that, however Ollie has taken to eating the bits of plastic or rope he manages to bite off. Thus Monday night I was in and out bed more often than a popular "professional lady" to let my poorly puppy with a gurgling stomach out in the garden to throw up pieces of plastic. This went on for several hours and in the end I got fed up and curled up on the sofa with him and a nice cosy throw. I eventually drifted off to sleep to wake up around 5am and find myself freezing cold downstairs and no Ollie.........I went back to bed and there he was curled up snoring on my side of the bed!!!!!!!!!
I forgave him, he wasn't well poor lad. Tuesday evening and we were tucked up in bed and I wake to hear Ollie crying at the backdoor, amazingly Tony has the ability to sleep through this sound, much the same as the ability of fathers to not hear a baby crying its lungs out in the night I suspect. So on with the slippers and my glasses and dressing gown and downstairs I go.
I open the backdoor and there's several inches of snow everywhere - OH NO! Dexter was woken by the backdoor creaking open and padded downstairs. Once out in the garden they raced around having fun after peeing up all the usual posts and plant pots. Dexter came in, shook himself off and went back to bed. I was peering through the glass in the backdoor for Ollie and couldn't see him. So I switch on the big outside floodlight and there he is, right at the end (now right at the end shouldn't give you the impression the garden is long, cos its not) hiding behind my standard rose planter.
I call him softly and encouragingly ...... but gradually get more and more impatient, after all its been 20mins now and its gone 2am. I shake the box of treats we take out for walks that encourage them back.....he looks up but doesnt move. I start to raise my voice a little, trying to be quiet but authorative all the while feeling more fed up and frustrated. That little bugger just didn't want to come in.
Now picture the scene, 2.09am 4ft 11" woman in white Harrah's casino Las Vegas Bathrobe, black heeled ankle boots and grey coat pulled over the top, stomping up the garden and grabbing a dog and dragging him in! I was halfway up the garden when I realised I didn't have a hat on.
Well sod it, if anyone is peering out of their window at 2.09am then they should expect to see weird and wonderful sights, including a half-baldy woman whizzing around her garden!
Lets just say that Ollie slept in Wednesday morning while I had to get up and get the kids off to school - which didn't happen because they were all shut due to the snow.
OH HAPPY DAYS lol
Thought for today:
"Some days you're the dog, some days you're the lamp post."
Author Unknown
