Puppies and booze
So we were asked over for drinks by some friends in the village.
Now, we’re usually rather entertaining – can talk about most subjects with relative intelligence, and even insight on a good day but, well, that evening the only thing on our minds was the puppy.
We went on and on and on about him. And on and…
I watched as our kind hosts’ eyeballs began to roll back to the inside of their heads, as they drank much more than usual, remembered phone calls that had to be made and tried to stuff our mouths with food so that we would shut up for just a single blessed minute.
But still we pressed on; nothing could dissuade us.
They could have left us alone in the room for hours, we would have only turned to each other and continued commiserating.
In our defence, let it be said that we did stop just (only just) before boasting about the spectacular progress made in housebreaking.
I herewith make no apologies, warranted though they may be.
But, oh, let tell you about this morning, it was so cute, he…
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