[Dailydrool] BREAD

[Rebecca Stanton]

So, Wednesday night we went down to the dreaded flats, home of all discarded food, apparently.  Morse loves it there.  And not only for the food, they also have a meadow that seems to be full of cat turd.  Anyroo, we are just on our way home when his snooter goes high in the air and hovers, trying to detect what he can smell.   Then he shoots under the hedge.  I run round the other side to find him in heaven.  Somebody has thrown bread out - almost an entire loaf actually - and there are slices everywhere.  Morse hardly knows where to turn first.  So I grab him and put him on the lead, while forcing his jaws open and pulling the soggy drooled-over bread from his mouth.  I pull him away and as I do he stops and digs his paws in, and PING -  slips his lead and runs back.  I grab him again, pull the bread from his mouth, put him on the lead again and PING, the same thing happens.   This time he dodges me and runs round me with 2 slices
 flapping in his mouth, his tail wagging furiously, I am helpless with laughter.  I manage to stop him again and put his lead on, pulling the bread out again (I am now covered in crumbs and slobber) and throwing them as far away from him as possible.  This time I frogmarch him away but unbelievably he stops and WRIGGLES BACKWARDS, and yes slips lead again, darts through hedge and I run round AGAIN like something demented. I capture him but it takes me about 3 attempts to put his lead on as he is constantly wriggling backwards and I am almost head over heels in the hedge.  I manage to get him away and down the grass bank, and we stop.  He refuses to budge.  He stares longingly at the hedge, the bread, the smell.  So I walk over, kiss his head and say we'll have something nice when we get home.  He won't budge so I put my arms round him and gently try to move him on.  GRRRRRRR he says.  I am now beside myself with laughter (I know, I know I
 shouldn’t encourage this behaviour) and I try again.  GRRRRRRR much louder this time, and he swings round to glare at me.  There is nothing for it.  I ring the dadslave who walks down and takes charge of the situation ('oohhh its dad, I bedda get movin'). All the time this is happening, the people who own the flat and presumably put the bread out, are sitting in their lounge and just watching, probably in disbelief.  *cringe*
 
Becky (useless slave), Morse (I can be fierce) and Pumbaa ATB (you mind your manners, boy)
 

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