[Dailydrool] Morse OEBE

[rebecca stanton]

Last night Morse had had a long walk around the village and we got home around 5pm.  I was attempting to watch some TV at around 8pm,and Morse had woken from a nap and was in one of his moods.  These consist of getting up purposefully from where he lies at my feet, and deliberately plonking himself down on the opposite side of the room, giving me sneaky and meaningful looks.  When I got up and went out of the room and then came back in, much to my dismay Morse was standing in the middle of the lounge, tail high and wagging.  This means only one thing: another walk. With resigned weariness we plodded off into the night - down the flats - his usual haunt.  We had had a minor disagreement earlier in the evening about a certain hedge where something was lurking - probably a turd or piece of bread - and I had stopped him halfway into the hedge.  So now it is much darker, I am more tired, and we are back at the hedge.  And I am still saying no and he is still
 keen.  So I ask him if he would like a trip into the ploughed field opposite - much nicer - and he is happy with this.  Off we wander into the field (its pitch black as you can imagine, but the flats lights shine a little at least).  I let him off the lead once we are into the field, but Morse seems reluctant until I go first.  So I walk ahead and turn round to him.  He is standing in the field with me and I say 'come on then!' and what does he do?  He has gone before the words are out of my mouth, tearing out of the field, across the lane and straight under the hedge.  My hat gets caught on a branch as I hot-foot out of the field after him, and I catch him scarfing something down under the hedge, before I drag him out.  On the way home (a brisk trot now, as I am muttering obscenities to him), he decides  he needs to do his business. Did I also mention its blowing a gale?  As I do up his turd bag, it blows the bag back and wipes some of the turd all
 down the lead handle.  I was never so glad to get home.
Here he is this morning, as if butter wouldnt melt......

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Becky, Morse & Pumbaa ATB x