15-04-2022, 11:45 AM
I've given my broom to a granddaughter...
Good luck with it all Popeye, hope it goes well.
That damn dog decided to play up last night; having barked loudly while I was attempting to catch the news, I put her in the hall. And shut the door.
When I came down to the kitchen, I found that clever clogs had opened the door, let herself out & was now refusing to come in, even to get the few scraps she usually has of an evening. The little baggage stayed out while i did the dishes, despite being called several times. So I decided to fix her & her nonsense, & locked the door - she hasn't managed to actually unlock the damn thing, (yet) so was effectively shut out.
Which meant no dental stick which she loves & has every evening after the human finishes the dishes.
Madame was not best pleased, & looked very sorry for herself by the time I opened the door (1/2 an hour later, I was feeling really mean by then & weakened) & slunk in, went straight to her crate - after looking at me as though I'm the world's cruellest human & given half a chance she'd be on the phone to the SPCA.
She perked up after about 10 minutes & claimed to deserve a biscuit. She got one.
I'll have to lock that door every evening now, dammit.
Good luck with it all Popeye, hope it goes well.
That damn dog decided to play up last night; having barked loudly while I was attempting to catch the news, I put her in the hall. And shut the door.
When I came down to the kitchen, I found that clever clogs had opened the door, let herself out & was now refusing to come in, even to get the few scraps she usually has of an evening. The little baggage stayed out while i did the dishes, despite being called several times. So I decided to fix her & her nonsense, & locked the door - she hasn't managed to actually unlock the damn thing, (yet) so was effectively shut out.
Which meant no dental stick which she loves & has every evening after the human finishes the dishes.
Madame was not best pleased, & looked very sorry for herself by the time I opened the door (1/2 an hour later, I was feeling really mean by then & weakened) & slunk in, went straight to her crate - after looking at me as though I'm the world's cruellest human & given half a chance she'd be on the phone to the SPCA.
She perked up after about 10 minutes & claimed to deserve a biscuit. She got one.
I'll have to lock that door every evening now, dammit.
in order to be old & wise, you must first be young & stupid. (I'm still working on that.)