I'm not a dog person, I'm a cat man. I think our dog knows this and so goes out of its way to wind me up sometimes. Take this morning for example.
If we're watching tele indoors and the dog wants to go out the back to do it's business it'll sit right in front of the tele with it's tail wagging until we open the back door for it.
As well as the back door we also have rear patio doors which also lead out to the back garden. So get this. I'm sitting outside this morning with the patio doors open. The dog comes outside, sits right in front of me wagging its tail profusely. The daft dog wanted to go out the back to do it's business but didn't have the brains to realise it was already out the back!!!
It sat there for a couple of minutes wagging its tail and I just looked at it dumbfounded cursing it under my breath. I eventually got up, went inside through the open patio doors, and went to the back door and opened it. The dog followed me and went out the back door into the garden where it happily had a great big crap on the lawn, which I had to pick up! Then it went back inside and curled up in its bed!
The blasted dog made a mug out of me and then had me picking it's **** up!!!!
Is it any wonder I'm a cat man?
If we're watching tele indoors and the dog wants to go out the back to do it's business it'll sit right in front of the tele with it's tail wagging until we open the back door for it.
As well as the back door we also have rear patio doors which also lead out to the back garden. So get this. I'm sitting outside this morning with the patio doors open. The dog comes outside, sits right in front of me wagging its tail profusely. The daft dog wanted to go out the back to do it's business but didn't have the brains to realise it was already out the back!!!
It sat there for a couple of minutes wagging its tail and I just looked at it dumbfounded cursing it under my breath. I eventually got up, went inside through the open patio doors, and went to the back door and opened it. The dog followed me and went out the back door into the garden where it happily had a great big crap on the lawn, which I had to pick up! Then it went back inside and curled up in its bed!
The blasted dog made a mug out of me and then had me picking it's **** up!!!!
Is it any wonder I'm a cat man?