Tonight I was sorting out the recycling. Went out the back door, negotiated the bombsite that is my back garden, and reached the bin. Stella followed me out, and then I heard the pitter patter of not-so-tiny feet behind me going back into the house.
Back into the house I went. Started washing up and heard something that sounded like the end of the world.
Stella was barking by the front door. Lots. And loudly.
Me: STELLA!
Stella: woofwoofwoofwoofwoof
Me: Quiet!!!
Stella: woofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoof
Me: STELLA! QUIET!!
Stella: woofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoof
Me: ENOUGH! (usually works this!)
Stella: woofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoofwoof
Me: For god's sake........
Then I walked out of the kitchen and realised that Stella wasn't barking at the front door at all. She was barking at the back door. From the outside...
Oops.................
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