going to the hounds

The house next door is dogsitting their daughter's dog. At least I hope they are only minding it and haven't had it foisted upon them forever as it often the case with the pets of children. It appears to bark every time I roll over in bed. Which I have done a lot tonight. The stupid thing must be possessed and the mere rustle of my bed sheet makes it howl. It may even be demonic. Demonic Dog takes over family suburb tomorrow's, make that today's, newspaper headline will scream. My head is screaming right now. Pain shooting through it. I need a cup of tea and a guillotine. The jury is out on whether the guillotine will be for me or the dog yet. Right now the dog is leading the vote count.

Husband had a dog once. Well he has had a dog twice. Once as a young child, aged about 8 years,  when they lived in country New South Wales he had a dog. The parents (I say the parents not his parents diliberately) has been living apart and had decided to reconcile and move to Queensland. So one morning his mother called him to go with one of the local men and take the dog with him. Off they went into the bush - where the man shot the dog in front of my husband! What mother sends their young child off to see their pet dog shot?

Fast forward 15 years to  time husband is at university and living away from home. He and friend lived in a shared house and they had a shared pet dog. Well it really belonged to his friend but they all loved the dog, named Tails. The two guys were going to backpack around New Zealand for a month and so asked the parents to dogsit while they  were gone. All appeared well. However when they returned they were told that Mummy dearest had put an ad in the paper and given the dog away. To a man from the country with small children who wanted a dog. No name no details so dog could not be reclaimed. Except I am of the opinion it got the silver bullet treatment and Mummy Dearest lost her nerve in the face of the friend and invented the "gone to live in the country" story. The guys were devastated and if they had none it was an issue never would have left the dog there...to this day the friend is the first person to join me in the Let's hate the old woman sessions I hold on a regular basis. Every time we see a cute black and white dog husband says sadly "It's just like Tails". How he never turned out to be a drug fiend or serial murderer with parents llike his I have no idea. He is living proof that good can come from evil.

Anyway, Houseguest Dog is in serious danger of reading its details in the paper shortly.

Possessed dog with supernatural hearing seeks home in the country.

Either that or I am going to leave a trail of dog biscuits all the way to the freeway and it can hop a semi-trailer interstate for its own good.

Now pass me the guillotine, Antoinette, I have a headache to deal with.