Monday, January 10

I'm lucky that my boss ...

... is an equally mad pet owner.
A wee dog in her circumstance but she understood perfectly when I expressed a desire to leave work a bit earlier than usual because I was worried Tigger may have disemboweled herself while I was dallying at work.
Of course, Tigger had done no such thing, and galloped up the hall to greet me when I gasped and panted through the door ('twas HOT outside and I RUSHED up the hill, bad back and ALL).
I'm guessing my strategy of irregular phone calls home to shout "TIGGER - NO LICKING" into the answering machine paid off!*
Me? Nibble stiches? Never!




* Yes, yes I did.

7 comments:

Zoomie said...

I would never have thought of using the answering machine to leave messages for a pet - brills!

Pink Granite said...

I'm certain that was all that kept her from self injury!
;o)

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Zoomie, feel free to use the idea if ever you need it!
Lee, I'm convinced of it :)

e said...

Well, it was either the answering machine, or the cone of shame.

Ms Brown Mouse said...

E - the cone of shame is lying under the bed!

CAW the Poodle Whose Too Tired to Log into Google said...

How is little Miss Tigger Pants today?? (It's Monday, 17th)

Ms Brown Mouse said...

CAW, stitches out Monday night, Tigger returned to full naughty pants, pouncing mode. Much chasing of poor Pingu last night :0