Obedience
We booked our holiday house on the Interweb.
There were many things going for it, such as a fair price, a good location, and they said that a dog was welcome. However the main reason we booked it was because it didn’t say “no smokers”. We booked through an agent and I was a bit wary as the advertisement said “a small dog”. I rang the agent and explained that Sandy wasn’t what you might call ‘small’. She contacted the owners, and eventually I received the contract which clearly stated “Okayed a collie dog with the owner”. Grand. All was set.
We found the place without any problems. I had phoned the owner and his instructions were excellent. He even said his father, Dinjo would call in to welcome us after we arrived.
The first thing we noticed was that there were ashtrays in abundance in every room. Civilisation does still exist if you look for it. All in all it was a lovely house with a beautiful garden.
A couple of hours after we arrived, there was a knock on the door. Dinjo had arrived.
He introduced himself, and I introduced myself. It’s only polite.
Then Sandy came to see the visitor.
Dinjo’s face clouded over. He had been very pleasant and friendly at first but now I was getting a glimpse of the bollix beneath the surface.
“We only accept small dogs” he snarled. “That’s not a small dog.”
I don’t like my Sandy being referred to as ‘that’, but I let it pass in the interests of cordiality.
“Your son was informed we had a collie and is quite happy” I replied somewhat frostily.
“Big dogs are a curse. They shed hairs everywhere.” I could see he didn’t believe me, and if there is one thing that really pisses me off it’s being called a liar.
“She’s very quiet and obedient” I said.
“Hmph” said Dinjo.
“Sit” I said to Sandy. Sandy sat.
“She has to be confined to the kitchen” said Dinjo.
“Give the paw” I said to Sandy. Sandy offered her paw to Dinjo.
“That dog is going to be shedding hairs everywhere” said Dinjo.
“Kill” I said to Sandy.
Luckily there is a wee bog next to the property, and it wasn’t even mentioned in the advertisement.
Good dog Sandy
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You’re Sandy sounds like a killer dog. Gotta love her!
Shes a good girl that Sandy. I’m always suspicious of people who react to dogs like that.
No offence Grandad, Id be more concerned about the house stinking of cigarette smoke than a few dog hairs around the place. A house is not a home without a dog. Yer man is best off in the bog. Give Sandy a pat and a gravy bone from me.
Ha, i dunno, go on holiday and leave a trail of bodies behind you! Still, nice one Sandy (this dog is the blogs bollocks!?)
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Susan & Brighid – She’s the dog of a lifetime. I wouldn’t part with her for anything. [If anyone wants to offer me €50???…….]
Becky – Did yiz never hear of windows? They are things that open and refresh the air in a room in moments. Great invention. And Sandy got a double dose of Bonio – her favourite treat.
Mick – You are one of the few who have met her and lived to tell the tale. She likes your last line by the way.