I’m going into work later on overtime
So the Mocca pot is on and it’s chill morning time.
I’ve opened birthday cards which have arrived a day early ( I’m not one for saving them for the actual day) and I’ve had a row with a hiker who complained that Roger had frightened her when she went to pat Dorothy on the head.
So it’s not been that chilled really…
Now before I am lectured by some psychobabble amateur about having an anger problem, I will assure you that I do not, but like many people in their sixties, I won’t put up with bad or stupid behaviour
The woman in question had obviously seen Dorothy dozing and had made a fuss, so true to form Dorothy had galloped over to the wall in the hope of a face rub or even better something edible. As that was going on , Roger gave his usual protective bark and bounced up next to his sister in order to see what was appertaining .
The woman shrieked and jumped back, so Roger barked even more.
and that’s when I walked out to intervene.
“ He’s a bit vicious “ the woman said pointing to the still bouncing Roger
“He nearly bit me” she called out as her fellow hikers stopped next to her.
“Rubbish” I said and the woman puffed herself up, ready for an indignant disagreement
“Don’t try to pet dogs you don’t know” I told her
The woman glared at me and started to huff and puff
Which I dismissed with a Curt “ Jog On “
A phrase I like almost as much as “Cheap Shoes”
Jog On covers more bases me thinks.
I’m 61 tomorrow….bloody hell John
JOG ON !!!