Our dog is not allowed in the
bedroom and normally obediently refrains from entering. This morning however, I
spotted her looking very guilty as she skulked out of our bathroom hastily
chewing and swallowing the last remaining evidence of what she had found.
Taking a quick look at the white foam dripping from her chin, and evidence of an empty soap dish laying
on the floor, I didn't need the help of Sherlock Holmes to work out that our
dog had indeed eaten a bar of soap! Why she had eaten the soap; who knows? I
have a fair amount of experience with dogs, but have never heard of a dog
eating soap! Before I had a chance to contemplate if I should telephone the
vet, I was distracted by a bright bolt of lighting that lit up the entire room.
The heavens opened and a huge clap of thunder accompanied the teaming rain that
came down in a torrent, turning the
garden into a muddy mess, which was immediately followed by an electricity cut.
I hadn't opened the electric blinds since getting out of bed, and the house was
more or less in darkness; with no electricity I was now unable to open the
blinds to let the daylight in. So there I sat in the darkness, listening to the
storm outside, huddled next to our soap eating dog, wondering how I was going
to receive guests that were due to arrive in three hours! This was how my day started.
Thankfully the electricity resumed after an hour and the rain began to let up a
little. The dog looked fine, so I didn't bother calling the vet, and somehow I
managed to get everything ready in time for my guests whose company we
thoroughly enjoyed. I hope tomorrow morning will be less eventful. Thank
goodness it's the weekend!
Here is my latest article in The Huffington Post.
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