Santa's coming tonight.
Good luck to him, poor bugger.
It rained last night so with the 35 C day today I think that red suit is looking like a misery. And when he steps into my house, he is going to find his suffering added to.
On Thursday, something went wrong with Ponyo's tummy and the laundry was a complete disaster area after his night's sleep. Well, I cleaned it up, aired the house and decided that he is big enough now to be an outside dog.
So Friday night he barked a little, but Saturday night, with his Uncle Doug to share the yard with, he barked all night.
I needed sleep -desperately-so last night I did a deal with the little devil and let him sleep in the laundry again.
This morning Mum greeted me with the news that she thought he had been sick. Understatement. Every excretion a dog can make was made. The smell was profoundly bad. Even now, showered and at work I feel like I can still smell it.
I am guessing his diet of garden hoses, camellias, bark, tissues, and anything else he can get his teeth onto is catching up on his tummy.
But in any case, we have a very seriously funky smell going on in the house that a hot and sweaty Santa is not going to 'dig'.
No comments:
Post a Comment