Okay, so "terrorised" is a bit much:
The arsehole neighbours left her outside alone (again) all day, so this tiny thing has been roaming our street. She almost got run over twice (once by us) and nearly got eaten by the lawnmower in our backyard – in order to avoid puppy carnage, Mick had to move suddenly and wound up busting the water pipe open.
Anyway, we boarded up their front yard as best we could but the little tube of muscle squeezed her way out. Five times in all despite increasingly elaborate defensive systems (including a spare fly-screen door that Mick just happened to have under the house – I didn't ask):
She'd make a beeline to our front door and whimper, which was really giving me the shits by the end of the day. Still, the power of puppy cuteness cannot be underestimated.
I want one!
When confronted with the day's events when she arrived home, the mother of the house was vaguely apologetic but didn't really give a shit. Even mention of the RSPCA didn't faze her.
I wasn't surprised, to be honest.
They're a Today Tonight exclusive waiting to happen. But that's another post.
hi there - just stumbled upon your blog, after I googled "oakeshott" and "arsehole" - i got a link to your blog. it's brilliant: witty, wry, charming & quintessentially aussie. i live on the other side of the country in serpentine western australia (60km south east of perth) where there are horse people everywhere. so i can relate to your rural themes. just going through all previous blog postings. agree about oakeshott - hope that's the last we hear from him. and the bloke wants a 4min limit on answers in question time. what a bozo!
ReplyDeleteanyway - keep up the fine work
Mike (the tango thing is my wife's business - not sure how that came up, but i wanted to send you a reply, but this was the google option i got)
cheers!
ReplyDeletesorry for the late pick-up.
I should change my settings...