You know they say that dogs can't talk?
Well I've said it before, and I'll say it again, 'they' are wrong.
Yesterday I was weeding at the south side of the house and suddenly Hearth-Rug Dog comes lolloping up all waggy and wriggly, head-butting me and doing his Chewbacca talk.
I call it his 'telling tales' mode, but the Hub says it is the opposite: that it is his 'look I'm being good' mode. Either way it means that his brother has done something even bolder than usual so the wisest thing is to drop what you are doing and investigate...fast!
Hoover-dog was in the bin; I guess the sausage wrapper was calling to him because the card recycling is his preferred place of destruction...so anyhow, Hearth-Rug Dog was playing the goody-goody and Hoover-Dog was in dire trouble!
Despite having to clean up the spilled bin, I'm afraid I found the whole incident awfully funny! My folks say I have a reprehensible sense of humour...Moi??