Something really horrible just happened. I can hardly find the words to describe it.
There I was quietly going about my business, helping Dad unload and reload the dishwasher.
I had decided to remodel the cutlery basket by manipulating it with my jaws. For some reason Dad kept interrupting, lifting me off the open door back on to the floor. This was very inconvenient as it just delayed the whole remodelling process. His pathetic attempts at distracting me with a toy were clearly not going to work as I was a dog on a mission.
And then it happened. Dad did something with a little bottle of red liquid and some strange and disgusting aroma started to come from part of the door. So I moved to another part but then that started to do it too, as Dad did his thing with the bottle.
But a dog on a mission must not be deterred so I sniffed it hard and gave it an exploratory lick.
Aaargh! No! Horrible! Spit! Spit! Curses!
Dad said I reacted like Smeagol when given some lembas bread. He even said I looked a bit like him, which I though was unkind.
Well that’s it, I’m not touching that door again. No way. They will just have to live with the cutlery basket in its unmodified state*. See if I care.
Angus
*[Editor’s note We can live with that. As a point of interest, the little red bottle is, in fact, Tabasco sauce, the only known deterrent for a determined Labrador puppy. We had previously used “solutions” such as Simple Solution – Chew Stopper (useless) and Pooch “Dog Off” (ditto). Expensive and completely ineffective. Tabasco, on the other hand, seems to be very effective and is about one fifth of the price. Result!]
