Scotty
06-11-2010, 10:33 PM
or in reality (thank god for small mercies) dog pi$s
let me elaborate
well its that time of year (November and more specifically November the 5th) bonfire night
not only is it only 5 days after the commercialised $hite that is Halloween (pardon me if you have children and are for want of a better expression 'into social children events' (that sounds sooo wrong)) , (part of me wishes I had answered the door butt naked etc etc umm maybe not)
but we (the Clark and I) have The dog (more like her Dog ( or even better than that, her Mam's Dog :freak: ) this is part of some bizarre agreement between the Clark and her mam where the Clark pays her mam to have the Dog for the weekend :dizzy:
sigh , I have to admit that the Dog is hard done to here, doesn't get the exercise during the week with the Clark's Mam and rarely gets any (exercise you dirty minded lot) on the weekend with us after a week at work and other interests / commitments.
Anyway onto the 'delight' of the evening.
Today is the 6th the day after bonfire night and you might have though at least with the 5th falling on a Friday that the majority of the festivities would have occurred on the Friday night. Sadly not and there was a multitude of fireworks let off in the near vicinity. and here in lies the major flaw of our evening, we left the dog in the house and went to do some 'quick' jobs at my flat and return before dark to dope the dog and have tea etc.
2 hours after dark and 3 shops later return home and guess what the dog has been scared $hit less (not literally but nearly) and is cowering in the bathroom ( I like to think its because there's no windows, it could just be some wired dog fetish I don't know)
Anyway having returned home the Dog creeps out and gives that look where you know, that they know, that you know, they have done something bad. And low and behold Dog has retreated to somewhere 'safe and comforting' and pi$$ed itself.
'Lucky' me that would be my bed, and on a science defying scale the amount of **** that came out of the dog is unreal, it must have 'let go' gone for a drink and come back and had another session.
sooo tonight looks like were on the spare bed, which is spare for a reason its rubbish, cunning plan is to have one of everything in the cocktail cabinet (aka Ikea shoe cupboard)
the Clark is winning she's passed out already :grump:
let me elaborate
well its that time of year (November and more specifically November the 5th) bonfire night
not only is it only 5 days after the commercialised $hite that is Halloween (pardon me if you have children and are for want of a better expression 'into social children events' (that sounds sooo wrong)) , (part of me wishes I had answered the door butt naked etc etc umm maybe not)
but we (the Clark and I) have The dog (more like her Dog ( or even better than that, her Mam's Dog :freak: ) this is part of some bizarre agreement between the Clark and her mam where the Clark pays her mam to have the Dog for the weekend :dizzy:
sigh , I have to admit that the Dog is hard done to here, doesn't get the exercise during the week with the Clark's Mam and rarely gets any (exercise you dirty minded lot) on the weekend with us after a week at work and other interests / commitments.
Anyway onto the 'delight' of the evening.
Today is the 6th the day after bonfire night and you might have though at least with the 5th falling on a Friday that the majority of the festivities would have occurred on the Friday night. Sadly not and there was a multitude of fireworks let off in the near vicinity. and here in lies the major flaw of our evening, we left the dog in the house and went to do some 'quick' jobs at my flat and return before dark to dope the dog and have tea etc.
2 hours after dark and 3 shops later return home and guess what the dog has been scared $hit less (not literally but nearly) and is cowering in the bathroom ( I like to think its because there's no windows, it could just be some wired dog fetish I don't know)
Anyway having returned home the Dog creeps out and gives that look where you know, that they know, that you know, they have done something bad. And low and behold Dog has retreated to somewhere 'safe and comforting' and pi$$ed itself.
'Lucky' me that would be my bed, and on a science defying scale the amount of **** that came out of the dog is unreal, it must have 'let go' gone for a drink and come back and had another session.
sooo tonight looks like were on the spare bed, which is spare for a reason its rubbish, cunning plan is to have one of everything in the cocktail cabinet (aka Ikea shoe cupboard)
the Clark is winning she's passed out already :grump: