Sunday, December 19, 2010
Ten Times the Child
My dog is a brat, a bit like me. I use the hoover to suck up dust from our wooden floors. As soon as I fetch the machine, Baxter goes into hyper-naughty mode. He knows I am about to clean the house.He dashes outside and fetches a stick which he brings inside and proceeds to chew into little pieces, leaving dust and gooey chewed bits on the floor. I sigh and fetch the broom to sweep up the larger pieces that he has so inconsiderately left lying around.
I then start the hoover and proceed with the task that I rather enjoy. Next, wet wipe with a mop, and as I begin Baxter brings a dusty stone inside with a look of glee, more dust and dirt. I finish the wet wipe and restart the hoover to suck up stony dust, Baxter padding around, his beady eye on me, looking for the main chance.
Eventually Baxter seems to realize that he is not going to get the playful reaction he wants, and thankfully calms down.
Is mine a dog's life or what?
I then start the hoover and proceed with the task that I rather enjoy. Next, wet wipe with a mop, and as I begin Baxter brings a dusty stone inside with a look of glee, more dust and dirt. I finish the wet wipe and restart the hoover to suck up stony dust, Baxter padding around, his beady eye on me, looking for the main chance.
Eventually Baxter seems to realize that he is not going to get the playful reaction he wants, and thankfully calms down.
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