Oh, God…


My house is on the market at the moment, and I’ve just shown a couple and their young daughter round.

How can it be that despite having spent hours tidying up (Piglet is very untidy…) it wasn’t until I showed them into my bedroom that I noticed the bra hanging from the top of the door?

*creeps away, horrified*

Edited to add: Okay, so I thought that was bad… but 30 minutes after the first lot I showed a second lot round, and in the intervening period Piglet had been upstairs and produced the largest poo ever produced by a Border Terrier, on one of the bedroom carpets.

I give up…


6 Responses to Oh, God…

  1. Weird Darren says:

    lol yes dogs are fun like that. I still have to identify which is the midnight poo monster out of my three but I have ruled out Strider as he does girly poos. Yes I realise how sad it is that I can nearly identify which dog has done which poo.

    oh and great mini podcast with Alan. More please, the new Laurel and Hardy of the outdoors podcast world ^_^

  2. peewiglet says:

    Heh! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂

    Yes, I’ve been through that “Whose poo is this?” routine too, but in my case the other potential culprit is a cat. I hope nobody spotted me peering at poos in the garden…

  3. Gayle says:

    I’m sure that Piglet was just trying to help. She knew how mortified you were about the bra-on-the-door incident, so thought up the best thing she possibly could to put it to the back of your mind. Seems to me that her ploy worked!

    • peewiglet says:

      You could be right! I’m actually wondering whether the cat carried the bra up to the top of the door, not wanting to have to get used to a new garden… *g*

  4. Explore Rye says:

    Thats interesting to note, thanks for sharing,

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