I was about to step into the shower today. But I heard noises in the living area across the hall from my master bedroom.
Totally figured that mutt of mine was into something. As usual.
Like when I caught him with a box of butterscotch candies the other day. Thinking he was all slick. Or yesterday when he was chewing on the foil pack in which my antibiotics had been packaged.
He knows me. That there could always be the day when I think, “Ah, I can’t be bothered. I’m sure he’ll live.” So he keeps on keeping on.
And he also understands that it’s not my caring about him that makes me investigate. It’s usually the bothersome noise (crunching of hard candy) that disturbs my concentration or thinking he might be gnawing on something of mine that has some value. I could care less if his fishy breath is masked by butterscotch or if he staves off infection with residual grains of antibiotic.
That canine has consumed ear buds, feminine products, glass bulbs and had a go at many an item such as toothbrushes, dental retainers, stuffed animals and my valuable dime store specs. You just never know.
So, I thought I’d have a quick check since the noises continued.
I wrap a towel around my fifty year old body. My hair is up in a clip. Accompanying specs as always. Oh, and my face is slathered in a white hair removal cream.
Who cares? My dog certainly won’t.
I slip across the hall and poke my head into the room fully expecting a big mess.
Nearly had a heart attack when there was a little Malay man sitting on the floor!
I totally jumped, yelped out,”Geez!” and then fled, heart pounding, back into my bedroom!
Oh my goodness! Wasn’t expecting him.
My dog was probably thinking, “Gotcha good that time! Totally wasn’t me!”
I was telling the story to my friend. She started laughing. Then told me about the time when she was first married. Her husband was at work and she figured she had the house to herself so thought she’d give herself a bikini treatment.
Some time into it she felt someone’s presence a few meters away. Yup, was the lawn guy just outside the window.
I was laughing out loud.
So, there you have it, folks. Someone always has a story that’s better (or worse!) than yours.
Now I have to go find my pup so I can apologize. And have a talk with whoever let a repairman into the house unannounced.