D’ya Like Dags?
It’s been a quiet week, both myself and Katie have been working and coming home just to slob out and relax into the evenings. The only bit of liveliness in the house has been the dog; Harry.
Harry is coming up for two years old and to use the term “loving” would be to use it loosely. Every night when I come in from work, he goes mental, he runs up and down the hallway, purposely skidding into the front door, only to career round the front room like a dog possessed. Add in some face liking and playful barking, you have ADHD dog in a nutshell.
Before I got home last night Katie had warned me of his foul smelling farts. Walking into the front room upon getting home, I could second this observation.
We knew why….the night before he had gone through a tied up bin bag, eaten 3 day old gone off noodles and various pieces of discarded pizza crust. His insides must have been sludgier than the 2008 Bog Snorkling Championships.
Low and behold…the 2008 Bog Snorkling Championships came to a well lit and warm living room in Essex. Harry in his infinite wisdom decided to unleash 5lb’s of pure digested noodles, pizza and chicken onto the carpet. Judging that Harry is classed as a small dog, a Rottweiler would be proud of the performance Harry had brought to show the world!
It stunk.
Fast forward 12 hours, what does he do? He headbutts Katie, right above her eye……..I’ll wring his neck when I see him!


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