Oh Dear

Went to visit a friend this afternoon.

She had nipped out for a few minutes but her hubby took one look at My Head and dragged me in for a cup of tea and an explanation.

An hour and a half later in she waltzes and asks Where is my dog?.

Hubby and I looked at each other and shrugged.

The daft dog had legged it (again) ................. obviously before I had arrived.

I suspected that the shears may be marking his grave is going to be dug when he comes home.