It's Mrs Crackle's birthday today. So this morning after the dog walk I took her up a breakfast tray, comprising a poached egg, two slices of rye, two slices of pancetta, orange juice and a big Cafe Ole.
Just as I put it down on the bed I heard a patter of feet. I turned to tell the hound to stop but too late. He rounded the landing, saw the door open and the bed available and with a scrabble of paws on wood, picked up speed, took off somewhere before the door and missiled straight onto the bed and the tray. Needless to say, the breakfast was scattered everywhere.
I just took the duvet to the cleaners. £17 to get cleaned. They couldn't believe how much coffee was on it and how far it had spread until I explained the circumstances.
So: Black Lab, very affectionate, bit clumsy, not a fussy eater.....................
Just as I put it down on the bed I heard a patter of feet. I turned to tell the hound to stop but too late. He rounded the landing, saw the door open and the bed available and with a scrabble of paws on wood, picked up speed, took off somewhere before the door and missiled straight onto the bed and the tray. Needless to say, the breakfast was scattered everywhere.
I just took the duvet to the cleaners. £17 to get cleaned. They couldn't believe how much coffee was on it and how far it had spread until I explained the circumstances.
So: Black Lab, very affectionate, bit clumsy, not a fussy eater.....................