That naughty dog of mine got his oats, quite literally, last night.
I woke up this morning to a horrendous mess in the kitchen. The little devil had been exploring my kitchen cupboards during the night. I heard him padding past the bedroom door a few times, and down the steps to the kitchen. I bought him a Kong yesterday, which he loves, so I assumed he was just heading to the kitchen to help himself to the contents of the Kong. Well, Kong rhymes with wrong - and I certainly was.
I got up for a pee around 06.30. Horror of all horrors, Mister Innocent Face had fished an unopened bag of porridge oats out of one of the cupboards. With his tender, loving care it didn't stay unopened for long. There were porridge oats everywhere, and Jake stood in the middle of them, nibbling. When he saw me, he got very excited and ran around the pile of oats, diving into them and scattering them further, as if to say, 'look at me, Ma, aren't I clever?' Grr!
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Getting his oats
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3 comments:
He's a little horror! Will you be getting child-proof catches for the cupboards? At least he let you sleep!
I like the new blog design, and the header's beautiful. Where borders are concerned, please yourself - you're the one looking at it most often, after all.
Thanks, Dragonstar. I'm quite pleased with how the blog's shaping up. I prefer the dark, charcoal grey to the black I had before. I thought I'd try some subtle, pastel colours, and a very light grey for the main text, and it seems to be working quite well.
As for young Jake - he could win an Olympic gold for pooping today, after all those oats. Little monster!
Sounds all too familiar!
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