"Get out of the dishwasher!"
It's not really a phrase that you really thought you would ever use, let alone on a dog. But yes, my puppy Rolex likes to climb on the dishwasher and lick the door when we open it, so much so, that "Get out of the dishwasher!" has become a regular shouting around here, that and: "Stop biting me you devil dog!", "Stop chewing that!" and "Get out of there".
I thought I would dedicate this blog post to Rollie, because he is a complete nutter and keeps us all on our toes.
I was watching Chuck the other day with my dad (We have to watch it when my mom isn't around because she doesn't like it), when we hear this bang, like something falling down the stairs then a bump of someone following it. We both look at each other and know that Rollie is to blame. I pause the tele and go to see the cause of the problem, at my feet there is a bog brush, and about three steps up is Rollo, looking up at me with a look of pure innocence. We've had to put up a barrier at the top of the stairs now to stop him getting up there. Trust me, once you've stepped in dog poo in the morning in your own room, you don't want it to happen again. I know it's not pleasant to talk about, but he just left a little smelly present on the stairs, actually on a step. I've got to say, he's got talent to do it there, that is strange. He's also pulled up the lino by the front door and locked us in, as the door is jammed beneath it now. Happy days. Not.
The little devil stole my seat on the sofa as well, he jumped up and wedged himself behind me until I gave it up. He is clever though.
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