Harry woke up one day earlier this week absolutely full of mischief. Instead of waiting patiently in his bed for his breakfast he was full on, bouncing around, wanting to play, running round legs and generally being a pest. Fortunately it was a free run day, so we took him up on to the top of the moors where he could burn of all his excess energy.
Aha! we thought – problem solved, as Harry fell asleep in his basket. Eventually he moved himself into the front room to lie in a patch of sunlight and we got on with our daily routine. A half hour or so later we stopped for coffee and went to join him, when we entered the room we were staggered by the sight that greeted us.
Harry had been stealthily creeping up and down the stairs executing a raid on our laundry basket. He’d brought down all the dirty underwear (and only underwear), carefully selecting all the whites and piling them up in a neat mound in front of the fire. Then he’d started on the coloureds, most of which were still strewn all the way down the stairs and across the hall. A cheerful Harry stood in the middle of the room, tail wagging furiously, with a size 10 sock still hanging from his mouth.
Harry has never stolen anything in his life before, so this came as a huge shock and it was really hard not to laugh, he was just so pleased with himself. And, although there is photographic evidence of the devastation he wreaked, you’ll just have to imagine the scene because it won’t be getting published here – there’s an old saying about not airing your dirty laundry in public.
We’re thinking that if he doesn’t make the grade as a Guide Dog then he could definitely get a job in a laundry.