The TMI Files. Islam In The Lounge.We're dogsitting at the moment, and our ward is a classic. We've had him for a few months, and will be returning him to his owner in a few weeks time.
I have decided to change his name to Creeping Sharia.
He's the best dog - a good watchdog, great with Magilla, does as he's told and all around good fun.
Like all dogs, he has a thing for cats.
Usually he stays outside, as all dogs should, but with the hotter weather, I let him sack out in the laundry.
I potter around, and the next time I see him, he's sacked out in the kitchen.
I potter around some more and he's sacked out in the hallway.
(You can see where this is going, can't you?)
I continue on with what I'm about, and he's edging ever closer to the cat, isn't he?
Next thing I know, he's in got the Fat Cat bailed up under my bed and he's going off like a frog in a sock.
Cracks me up, because he sneaks in under the radar, and weasels his way under my bed.
Luckily for me, though, he does do what he's told.