“they are good dogs except when they run-away” the owner said to me. And she was right the dogs were exceptional – except when they ran-away. Continue reading ““…except when they runaway””
It was a small feast, a romantic feast – bread, cheese, cold meats, dips, olives and sun-dried tomatoes. It was laid out on the large, low coffee table in the living area with cushions for seating. The wine was chilled, the lights were low, the scene was set for a romantic anniversary celebration.
A glass of wine and a dip in the spa was the appropriate thing to do before embarking on the evening spread except they forgot about their housesit charges – two dogs and two cats waiting quietly in the wings for their entrance cue – even the olives were sampled.
Story told to me by a home owner, about a previous housesitting couple