Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Oh dear

There I was, having a wee sip of red wine and minding my own business, when Vespa had a mad moment... he rushed around, clashed into me and there it was... red wine everywhere... and when I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE!

Couch, floor, table, but more than that, in my hair, my ear, my bra... well I don't think I'll go on... suffice it to say it was a wetfest and I wasn't very pleased.

And Vespa? He couldn't have cared less.

Me? What'd I do?

This came after a day when he escaped into the garden, went berserk with a flower pot in his mouth (I really wish I had a photo) jumped off the wall and generally behaved just as we were told that he shouldn't after his op.

I can't wait for Sunday, when he's free to go off lead again and jump to his heart's content. I'm not sure my sense of humour will last that long!


  1. What a delightful blog. I have so enjoyed your tales about Vespa which took me right back to the time when I was the proud owner of labradors.

    Nice to meet you.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words Valerie. It's great to know that you're enjoying my scribblings and it's lovely of you to take the time to say so.