We went to see Miss Saigon, as David is obsessed with it and we only have to say we like it in passing and he’s booked tickets and has organised a night before you know it.
(I won’t tell you how many times he’s seen it, as you’d worry for his mental state)
It was good. Talk about a cast of handsome young men, I mean (blowing out through my mouth)
We left Charlie in charge of Otto. It’s difficult to be out for too long with a puppy without someone supervising said puppy.
The instructions were, if Otto wakes up in his crate, pick him up carefully (instructions were given for the best way to pick him up) be careful not to let him wriggle out of your grip, as he will try to, and it would be easy to drop him. When you put him down on his paws up the back of the yard, be careful to put him down gently.
Wait for him to have a wee. Wait a bit longer for him to have a poo. After, put him back in his crate, being careful carrying him.
They were the instructions.
Where in those instructions does it say, let him run around the house with Bruno unsupervised? Huh?
The house smelt like shit, as we came in the front door, so we were very please, and a little confused, when Otto was in his clean crate. It wasn’t until later when, having turned the light on, we found the shit in the front hallway, which we didn’t see as we came in as we didn’t switch on the light, amazingly neither of us trod in it.
Good on Charlie for looking after him, but a 20 year old just didn't listen to the instructions as given. Who'd have thought that would happen?
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