My postie told me off this morning. Not my regular postie, but a guy delivering a parcel.
I was in the back yard planting DH's tomato plant in the flowerbed because the leaves have gone all yellow and dry (despite of, or maybe because of, lots of water). The kids were in the house, moaning loudly for lunch and TV and basically being complete whiny mongrels. Anyway, I was hot and sweaty and my temper was a millimeter from breaking point.
So I'm filling the hole I'd dug with water before I plant this poor tommy out, and because the hose tap is in the front yard, the gate was open, dogs with me, hiding from the whiny kids.
Ben started to bark and ran towards the gate. I told him to stop and he did, just lay down. Then the postie gives me this big speech about how the gate should have been shut and no matter how friendly the dog they can still bite. Blah blah blah.
I know you have to be careful with dogs. I am completely anal about having the gate closed, more for the kids than the dogs. My dog was telling me there was someone on our property. That's what dogs do. He stopped immediately when I told him to--I was right there.
I know the guy was scared. I know dogs bite way too many postpeople, but I did not need a lecture on responsible dog ownership, thank you very much.
It ruined my day, took all the pleasure out of seeing my name in the first sales of the RWR. Took all the joy out of everything.
The only real happiness I experienced was France beating Portugal in the World Cup. Hah!! That'll learn ye (as DH says).
I have a very funny picture of Wayne Rooney and Christian Ronaldo that Deb sent me. Decided it was slightly too risque for you guys ;-)
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