Dorothy smashed the catflap during a fit of pique a month or so ago .
She’s been through three now since she arrived
She boxes the plastic door like Rocky then feigns any blame after walking back in, wide eyed and open mouthed .
She has no patience with closed doors.
And has muscles in her front legs like Popeye
I’m tell you this as a bit of colour as the new postman happily waved his arm through the flap yesterday afternoon with the deep baritone welcome of “ Hello Dogs”
He had no idea I was sat at the kitchen table banging away at my laptop
All he wanted was a mass of dog hellos which he received immediately from three goo goo eyed dogs who obviously have had a relationship with him for ages
He’s tall and butch and bearded
And I nearly grabbed his outstretched hand myself
I opened the door and dogs hugged him one by one
Even Mary was smitten
He passed me my post as he apologised somewhat red faced
I told him to keep abusing my cat flap
He obviously adores dogs.
The above beautifully crafted glass Christmas bauble was in the post he gave me. No name , no note with it, but against the Sitges bulb , it looks iridescent and rather beautiful
Thank you whoever sent it.