So, my daughter had a very important group Zoom assessment thing for university this evening. An hour before it kicked off she was doing the rounds of the house, making sure everyone knew to STFU from 7.30-8.00 lest her entire academic future be ruined.
Meanwhile, in another part of town—by which I mean the kitchen, I was in the kitchen—barramundi was grilling and salads were under construction from the fresh garden beds.
A pleasant prospect, yes?
At 7.31, as I served the barra and carefully plated up the home grown salad, the aged Labrador decided to unburden herself of an enormous turd, square in the middle of the kitchen. More turds followed.
Duly, they were trod upon.
Some things were said. Loudly. Harshly. But especially loudly.
To no avail, as more turds soon followed.
I believe it was ten minutes into the aforementioned very important group Zoom assessment thing that it occurred to me to stop cursing the dog, its turds and my ruined dinner at full volume.
Lucky it's another whole year before Father's Day rolls around again.
That's never going to be forgotten. She'll tell her children and their children and the words will get louder and the turds will get larger with every telling.
I'd say it's a lesson for her. You can't ask other people to put their world on hold. You especially can't ask ageing labradors to put their bowel movements on hold. Those things wait for no man.
Expect the unexpected. Plan for the worst. Always give yourself an extra day to get the assignment done. And under covid-19, most importantly, the mute button is your friend.
but it was a zoom meeting, and the dog was in the house. My understanding is that by law of nature and of nation the cute dog must make an appearance during the zoom meeting to be looked and commented on admiringly. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Ah, reminds me of the first time I met my then - girlfriend’s parents. Their beagle Freddie chose that moment to unload all over the floor in the foyer. An omen? Definitely. Good times.
That's never going to be forgotten. She'll tell her children and their children and the words will get louder and the turds will get larger with every telling.
Already happening.
I'd say it's a lesson for her. You can't ask other people to put their world on hold. You especially can't ask ageing labradors to put their bowel movements on hold. Those things wait for no man.
Expect the unexpected. Plan for the worst. Always give yourself an extra day to get the assignment done. And under covid-19, most importantly, the mute button is your friend.
Aside from that, Mr. Birmingham, how was the fish?
but it was a zoom meeting, and the dog was in the house. My understanding is that by law of nature and of nation the cute dog must make an appearance during the zoom meeting to be looked and commented on admiringly. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Classic diversionary tactic. "boss will put the food down to clean this up and then my chance will come"
It's almost like you know her well.
If you’d skidded on the dog turd during the assessment sesh would that be callled a zoomie?
“Have you ever stepped in dogshit when you’re walking down the street?
You’ll get the strangest glances from people that you meet...
They don’t know where it comes from but it sure is mighty strong..
‘Cos little doggy’s dropping’s have a diabolic pong... “🤮
Ah, reminds me of the first time I met my then - girlfriend’s parents. Their beagle Freddie chose that moment to unload all over the floor in the foyer. An omen? Definitely. Good times.
Better fish than say, koftas.