Last night, instead of behaving and doing her usual pee and sniff around the garden, Ems bolted for freedom over the fence and into the neighbour's garden.
Now this isn't a unique occurrence as she is an inquisitive dog by nature and our fencing remains atrocious. But I have trained her (or at least I thought I had), to only go out long enough to empty her bladder and return directly to the house before bedtime.
Simply, it's just not cool to be calling -- as quietly as possible -- after a willful dog at 11:00pm. A combination of needing to train her and my anger meant that she got a relatively light smack on the bum and a telling-off.
But this morning we awoke to a house sans electricity.
Bad karma or just unfortunate coincidence?
A nice man from London Electricity came round very quickly and the lekkie was very soon restored.
All well so far and reparations made with dog with long walk in an empty park on this lovely first day of true summer morning.
But just now, while selecting Razorlight on the iPod my beloved framed original A1 B&W signed print of The Clash by Bob Gruin fell off the wall. The strong wire hanger snapped. Also, I notice that the frame and picture have buckled due to the dampness of the wall behind.
Joe clearly disapproves of the Razors and my lapse in effective animal husbandry.
And my karma is clearly in a dire state.
I'm heartily sorry Mr. S and will remain under complete control for the rest of the weekend.
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