A morning with the house to myself. I sleep in and make a lavish breakfast that no one asks me for a bite of. I roam the internet with abandon, even though there was a beautiful day at the door. I do all the things that seem like indulgences to those with children, and like a regular Saturday to those who don’t. You lousy ingrates.
I hear the hound; whimpering and wailing and tearing around the property. ‘Cat’, I think. But his behaviour persists long after any cat would stand for this nonsense. Then I hear it; not one, but two sets of scrabbleclaws raging around in my kitchen. I storm through the house with those footsteps you use when Someone Is In Trouble.
And there she is; Otto’s Girlfriend. A Pitt-Dober-Weiler with a belly of saggedy nipples. As I approach her she takes off, hauling her heft over my 6 foot fence. She’s had a lot of practice at this, you can tell. Otto is naturally forlorn at the hand love has dealt him – she was delivered to him, his dream girl of questionable morals, only for her to be taken from him as quickly as she arrived. He has not spoken to me since.
I tell him that no nice girl has even had to haul ass over a fence to escape a boys mother. And then remember, I have been that girl.
Which has produced the pervading thought: NEED TALLER FENCE.
One thought on “Let That Be A Lesson To You – The Story of a Saturday Morning.”
that Otto has a very romantic whimper and she hear him and couldnt resist…I wonder how she was going to manage as his sausage dog legs can only raise him so far….a luck yescape for everyone…good thing Mum was at home to put him straight I think?