A Prince of Thieves!
I bet you can't possibly guess who I might be talking about. Then again.....
Yes the 'Prince of Thieves' - aka the 'Mutt' - aka 'Ciccio'.
Now ever since I have had him he has had a 'naughty habit' (only usually when I'm out) of getting onto the table in the kitchen. He discovered, within just a few days of coming to his new home, that the table gave him a super view of anyone who came to the front door. Forewarned meant forearmed in his mind, and the sight of ANYONE was a signal to 'bark for England!'
But I found a way - as spoil sport owners like me do - to foil this bad habit. Five chairs wer pushed right under the table and the sixth (wouldn't quite go) had cardboard box placed on it so he couldn't get on the table via that route. He's too small (or too much of a coward) to jump straight up from the floor so the problem - so I thought - was solved.
Yeah - right! Well there's none so sly as a pooch who gets the whiff of a 'cooling' almond cake! Yes that's right - you've guessed.... The other day I was expecting visitors for 'tea' so I had baked a cake (from a packet I might add - I'm a lousy cake baker) early in the morning before going out shopping. I didn't take Ciccio with me as it was going to be a hot day and I can't leave him in the car while I'm shopping. The cake was put in the middle of the table, with a wire cover over it, to cool while I was out. (No DON'T ask me why I didn't put it on a work-top - I've no idea....).
Well I'm sure you know just what happened.... This is what was there to greet me when I returned
Yes that's right - he's snaffled nearly the lot - greedy little bu@@er!!!
I called him and he appeared, tail wagging (the fool). I got him onto a chair, grabbed his collar (don't read any further if you have a 'squeamish' nature), and dragged him onto the table - pushed his nose right onto what was left of the cake and then (for the first time ever) gave him three strong whacks accross his rump with (wait for it...) a plastic fly swat! He was astounded - honest. But with a loud yike, yike, yike - he was pulled back OFF the table and told to 'get out of my blo*dy sight' (yes he does understand English - well swear words anyway). Well he did just that, and went to hide in the corner of the terrace for the next three hours!
That'll teach him....
But there is a short epilogue to the tale. The next morning - all forgotten with cuddles etc. back to normal - while having my caffè-latte who should arrive, hoping for the chance of a few cornflakes? Ciccio did!
Well I had saved the remains of the 'you know what' in a paper bag, I took it out and offered it to him. Honest to Gxd, you should have seen his expression! He almost turned white!!! I tried not to laugh when he did a smart about turn and disappeared down the hall like a doggy Michael Schumaker....
posted by Carole B @ 10:41 AM
2 Comments:
Awwwww!! Well, I have a sweet tooth too so you can't blame the little guy lol!!!
Look at that face!!!!
Love,
Deb
xxxooo
Hey, Carole! It's time to get off your rear end and post something, so I am tagging you. Get over to mine and follow the directions.
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