So, this isn't my story, but it just kills me and I got permission from Harriet to share it here.
Harriet has two dogs, Jumble and Molly. A few mornings ago she wandered down the stairs to the kitchen where her husband was. He told her that Molly had been shut outside, very definitely in the dog house and was not to be let back in as he was furious with her.
She's the cutest little thing, why could you possibly be cross with her?
Turns out, this little lady, who can't measure more than 12" tall, somehow managed, in the night, to climb onto the dining table in the kitchen and relieve herself. How to phrase it politely? A number 2. Right there on the table.
I can't think about it without dissolving into giggles.
So, after she told me this tale, I told her I was showing great restraint in not sharing the tale on my blog. She said I could, but that I should also share the encore.
The following night, Molly, climbed like a ninja back onto the dining table and relieved herself again. But for the sake of variety - a number 1.
I'm not sure what she's trying to say.
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3 comments:
I think its love, when you have a pet that loves you they want top share important things with their owner. Sadly being dogs in this case, there personal possessions are not vast, so with the feeling of something homemade, something special, I think Molly wanted to share some love.
Did I tell you my story about a child and poo?
I am sure you would have giggled
You did not share your story of a child and poo and I think that you should! Immediately.
I must ask if Molly has been showing more love!
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