We went to Ada’s house last night in The Terrace. She has new neighbours at number 26, a pleasant couple in the twilight of their life. Not that they’re emo vampires or anything, just a pleasant older couple moving into a little rented terrace house. It’s a good little income for Ada, anyway, and she pays a company to deal with the rent and upkeep on her behalf.
There’s just one little problem.
The couple have a pair of West Highland Terriers who (obviously) can see what their owner’s can’t. Mr. and Mrs. Maybury were chatting to Harold over the intervening fence* but what the dogs saw was a part-demon apparently about to eat their humans. It’s not surprising they barked all evening. There we were, trying to have a pleasant barbeque and all we can hear is the yap-yap-yap of the two Westies and their ‘mum’ trying to shush them.
Ada put on Peer Gynt in an attempt to give us a pleasant background to the flames and burning souls… er… I mean, sausages, but there was no part for fire, flute and barking dog.
Eventually I let them see the True Me, and they spent the rest of the night crowded under the Maybury’s sofa.
*Although two house numbers separate them, the two intervening houses fell down when the cellar beneath them collapsed. 22 and 26 both gained larger gardens.
Image: A New Owners Guide to West Highland White Terriers (JG Dog)
6 comments:
I love Westies, but I don't love the yip yip. :)
I suppose the True You would do the trick, and I can just imagine the loveliness of the gardens, particularly if they are anything like Rachel's.
Rachel? Rachel's garden is pathetic. She has neither vision, space or the fiscal acuity for a decent garden
Jasfoup! Why did you wait so long before letting your true self silence those obnoxious yipping little monsters?
Because it was amusing to watch Harold get more and more annoyed by them :)
Little dogs can be cute but their barking is hard on the ears.
Indeed! I have two!
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