I recently got a new sofa … anyone who reads this blog occasionally is probably aware of that.
Right about now they are thinking to themselves … "Oh no … I hope she isn't going to bang on about that new sofa again"
Sorry … but I just needed to share … as a form of therapy … today's sofa related events.
Today was Saturday … and each member of the family had somewhere to go. Hubby was off to cricket. Master 16 was off to watch the soccer. Master 13 was off to a friend's place. I was off to Sydney to my Brother's place for lunch. Only Buster stayed home.
On my return home … I was greeted by an ecstatic Buster … as I always am … whether I've been gone for 5 minutes or 5 days … it's all the same to him.
As I gave him the attention he thought he deserved I noticed a noxious odour.
I screwed up my delicate nose in distaste … "Whatever has soiled the air in such an unsavoury way" … I wondered.
It wasn't an aroma that could be ignored … and so I was forced to investigate the matter.
The source was located quickly.
Buster had a claggy on his waggy … otherwise known as a shit on his tail.
With a sinking feeling of dread I approached my brand new sofa … or more specifically the spot that Buster has claimed as his own.
And there I found it … a large smear of canine excrement … on my brand new, cream sofa.
Woe is me.
Guilty as charged.
Yep … the first cut IS the deepest.