The fitter came yesterday to measure the front of the cottage for new windows.
Winnie was apoplectic when he arrived at the back door in his overalls.
I've told you before that she loves blue collar workers.
Before I let him in the house,I asked him if he minded dogs and he gave me a frown
" I could live without them" he said.
So, before I let him in, I locked the terriers up in Mary's crate in the kitchen and when eventually he walked in, I pointed to Winnie ( who was doing her best to smile coquettishly at him) and said
" The bulldog is friendly"
The fitter snorted nervously .....and we all went into the living room.
He got his tape measure out and started to do his thing as Winnie climbed onto the arm chair so that she could get a better look, and as he wrote down his figures she leaned over to watch, her nose centimetres from his notepad.
He ignored her.
He then went on to explain the whys and wherefores of just how the windows opened,and as he did so Winnie continued to look hopeful and blew him kisses with fat lips but he continued to behave that she was invisible.
We all trouped upstairs where the window measuring continued.
This time Winnie jumped up on the bed so she could have a better look at the workman and without thinking he put his tape measure down at her feet whilst he made more notes.
Winnie immediately picked up the tape measure in a desperate effort to ingratiate herself but the fitter saw her actions as predatory and demanded that I retrieve it immediately .
I wiped the bulldog slobber off with my t shirt.
He wasn't best pleased.
Winnie blew kisses at him as we exited the cottage, and all the way through the kitchen and down the garden path he refused to accept her presence even when she practically did jazz hands at him to get his attention .
He simply didn't like dogs and it showed and Winnie was devastated.
She pressed her fat face against the bars of the garden gate and watched his car as it drove away, then snorted loudly and flounced back into the cottage where she hurled herself into the armchair to sulk.
And sulk she did.
For hours and hours!
Winnie was apoplectic when he arrived at the back door in his overalls.
I've told you before that she loves blue collar workers.
Before I let him in the house,I asked him if he minded dogs and he gave me a frown
" I could live without them" he said.
So, before I let him in, I locked the terriers up in Mary's crate in the kitchen and when eventually he walked in, I pointed to Winnie ( who was doing her best to smile coquettishly at him) and said
" The bulldog is friendly"
The fitter snorted nervously .....and we all went into the living room.
He got his tape measure out and started to do his thing as Winnie climbed onto the arm chair so that she could get a better look, and as he wrote down his figures she leaned over to watch, her nose centimetres from his notepad.
He ignored her.
He then went on to explain the whys and wherefores of just how the windows opened,and as he did so Winnie continued to look hopeful and blew him kisses with fat lips but he continued to behave that she was invisible.
We all trouped upstairs where the window measuring continued.
This time Winnie jumped up on the bed so she could have a better look at the workman and without thinking he put his tape measure down at her feet whilst he made more notes.
Winnie immediately picked up the tape measure in a desperate effort to ingratiate herself but the fitter saw her actions as predatory and demanded that I retrieve it immediately .
I wiped the bulldog slobber off with my t shirt.
He wasn't best pleased.
Winnie blew kisses at him as we exited the cottage, and all the way through the kitchen and down the garden path he refused to accept her presence even when she practically did jazz hands at him to get his attention .
He simply didn't like dogs and it showed and Winnie was devastated.
She pressed her fat face against the bars of the garden gate and watched his car as it drove away, then snorted loudly and flounced back into the cottage where she hurled herself into the armchair to sulk.
And sulk she did.
For hours and hours!
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