Thursday, 12 January 2012

Latchkey dog...

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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