Life is certainly never dull in this household! Stag has provided endless entertainment over the last few years, he is certainly a dog of character!
When we first had the dogs, hubby used to make their feeds up on the windowsill. Now underneath this windowsil is where we stand the wellington boots - you see where this is going!!! One night Stag was to be seen, snuffling around the boots, getting quite excited! All of a sudden the silly fool stuck his head in a boot, got stuck and walked around the room with said boot on his head!!! You can bet he got the kibble though!!
When my daughter got her first car, a little Renault Clio, she was so proud of it. Washed it fairly regularly, hung pretty things from the read view mirror, that sort of thing. On one occasion she carelessly left the door of the car open! Well this was just an open invitation for several dogs, of assorted shape and size to dive in, hoping for an adventure! Stag was found, sat in the passenger seat, waiting patiently for the off!!! We have a photo somewhere but I have no idea how to upload on here!
Stag (there is a pattern forming here!) has 'acquired' many things over the years! He is a thief of professional proportions!! One lunchtime I quickly grabbed some leftovers, put the dish in the sink and dashed back to work. Now we are talking Belfast sink, glass pyrex dish and glass lid! When I got home the glass dish was on the (Stone) floor, licked clean, while the glass lid remained in the sink, in one piece!! I will never be able to explain that one!!!
The list of thieved items gets longer as the years go on! Most dogs pinch slippers, cushions perhaps, socks seem to be a favourite. But in the house hold its things like 1lt White Spirit (unopened!), a pair of scissors, daughters expensive work boots and Christmas chocolates. He has also recently 'played' with MY greyhound soft toy - the sewing kit will be coming out shortly to reintroduce nose to said toy!
Tomorrow myself and the two girly greyhounds, Lucy and Becca will be doing a talk, all about greyhounds. This is in a local village to a group of pensioners! I hope this goes well as I am not a great public speaker, but I figure the audience will just want to pet the dogs, so won't notice me at all! Stag will not be joining us on this little adventure! He would most probably pee on all their handbags, pinch all the bikkies and make terrible smells all through my talk!
Hahahaha! I hear you. Once, my lovely first greyhound, Jim, ate meat from a saucepan while it was browning! And on another occasion, he stole a mug full of left-over gravy, and carried it up the top of the garden to eat it, without spilling a drop in the house. We found it up there on the grass, licked clean.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the talk - I did one once for the scouts. I was very nervous, but it went very well!