Today I have faced a moral dilemma of similiar proportion to the Daddy or chips debate.
Happy Saturday before Bonfire Night by the way.
I had planned an evening of You've Been Framed (Best of), Strictly Come Dancing, Robin of Sherwood and Casualty, full volume, accompanied by a loud, random selection of my 20 year span music collection. This (so the plan went) would drown out the fireworks and prevent the pacing, drooling and trying to get under the sofa. I made doubly sure by running a load of whites on 40 degrees and the dishwasher on economical. It was to be made bearable by a nice cold beer. Perfect.
Dogs walked in daylight, we got in at dusk as the first fireworks started. I prepared to drain the national grid.
Disaster.
I hadn't got the beer in.
Leave dogs to freak out alone or forego the beer?
Boy oh boy, I must really really love those dogs.
1 comment:
oh my Dog (as Chandler from Friends would say....!) never forego the Beer!
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