05-16-2012, 02:37 PM
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If I ever have the pleasure of meeting up with any of you - I will be easy to recognise, I am the one with MUG stamped on my forehead!
Conversation a couple of days ago went like this.
"Hello Linda, do you need any flesh?"
"Yes please, when can I come and collect it?"
"I am passing so can drop it in this afternoon."
Thanks, Mike. The (hound) pups are doing well, they are a great source of destruction."
"Oh, what have they been up to?"
"Pulled all the rugs off the racks and dragged them through the mud - after they have been washed. My favourite trowel has disappeared, as has a boot. Ropes and halters all over the place. They have chewed through a hose pipe, in several places. They've only been here a couple of weeks."
Michael was laughing at the other end of the phone, "Oh," he says trying to stop laughing, "that's a pity, I was going to ask if you would have two more pups that have just come from Ireland, they are a bit poor and I have picked out the two weaker ones as you are so good with them when they have problems."
Silence on my end
"You still there?"
"Yes, just thinking about it. Haven't you got anyone else?"
"No, either they already have theirs or are away or are going to have a couple from the later litters."
"S*d you Michael - We had two couple last year and I said not again this!"
"Yes but you have so many dogs that what difference do two more make?"
"That might be so but two more dogs are one thing - two more hound pups is equivalent to having four 'normal' dogs."
"So you'll have them?"
"I guess so."
Two hours later Mike arrives with two dog pups, five months old - both a bit skinny and in shock from their journey from Eire. They are over the shock and are well settled in. Loving the running around finding trouble to get into.
I am still in shock.