I need to make a confession.
And I accept whatever 101 waiting room purgatory punishment you all dish out.
We (Mr B, the dog and I) went out today, shopping at our local supermarket on the way home.
Mr B went in, with clear instructions on purchasing.
I stayed outside, standing under a tree, with the hound.
- the hound who had a wee virus last week, and who still has a slightly runny nose. Which he licks. Making his whiskers, moustache and beard wet. In all other respects he is fit, perky and has a clean bill of health from the vet.
So, there I am, staring into space. Zoned out, watching clouds or something.
And I feel a slight tug on the lead, look down, and find,
to my horror that a small girl has sat down against the tree, the dog has climbed into her lap, and she is fondling his face, ears, moustache and beard.
Dog's tail is a blur of delight.
Too late to prevent significant germ exchange!
But I did manage to stop her from kissing him.
Then she asked 'why is his face wet?'
And I
lied. To my shame.
I told her he had just had a drink.
I'm a bad person