I seem to be slightly jinxed on Thursdays
My father-in-law, Richard is coming to visit later today so I was up early sorting the cottage spare room out and preparing supper. It is also the day I spend up at my brother's house, so I have not got a great deal of time free for flower arranging and social chit chat.
I had just got the cottage into some sort of order and had just put my coat on to leave, when Albert shot through the cat flap with a large, screaming field mouse in his mouth.
Not pausing to break wind, he galloped through the kitchen, into the lounge and up the stairs knowing full well that each one of the terriers would be hot on his heels.
Of course I did try bellowing "NO!!!" in that sort of King Canute and the tide way..but the wave of dogs surged up the stairs all yelping and barking like hounds after a fox.
Mabel, who had been peacefully asleep during the start of all this. bounced out of her bed with her eyeballs on stalks at the commotion, and not understanding exactly what was going on howled loudly in excited shock and bounded after the throng who had all cornered Albert and the mouse under the bed in the spare room.
By the time I got up the stairs,three quarters of the rubbish that we store under the bed had been scattered around the room, most of peppered with the start of what looked like several kilos of bulldog turds. From a dark corner Albert was gleefully spitting and growling at a trio of excited faces, but even his psychopathic little games came to an abrupt end when Mabel bulldozed her way in, like a sumo in heat, and lifted the whole bed off its casters.
Mercifully.....I think the mouse died of shock................
Suffice to say...I was late getting to my brother's
|BTW Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers|
(Thanks Kyna for the pic)