Tuesday, June 11, 2013

dingleberry

I was on skype with Nathan last night. He took the dog to the country over the long weekend. They stayed at Nathan's mum's new place. Apparently Truffles took a crap on the new carpet and then went to sit on mum's face. Unfortunately for Nathan's mum, there was a dingleberry still attached to the dog's bum. Ooops.

Call me the nag in the relationship but I did ask Nathan to make sure the new house was escape-proof, which he assured me it was. So surprise, surprise when Nathan said that the dog had escaped and he had to spend 20 frantic minutes running up and down the street looking for her. Fortunately Truffs had run up to a couple of kids and were busy playing with them when Nathan found her.

She is naughty (and so is Nathan).


2 comments:

Andrew said...

Dingleberry is not a word I am familiar with and given we are looking after someone's dog, perhaps I should be. Poor Nathan, to have Ad Rad chastise him from so far away.

Victor said...

Having just Skyped for the first time ever on Sunday, I found your report an unexpected precautionary tale on the potential 'side effects' of this activity.