Today might as well have been a sketch from Faulty Towers.
I had to take Liam,our Cocker Spaniel, to the shop with me. He had a trial last week and, apart form barking his head off at anyone who entered, he did reasonably well.
It was natural for me,therefore, to assume that things will be much better second time around.
How wrong can one be !!!
I brought everything I thought would help; his favourite bed,his beloved cuddly toy; I even armed myself with the famously delicious sausage rolls from my butcher neighbour.
The first half an hour was a doddle. Liam was in his bed and all was well.
As customers started coming and going, even the sausage rolls lost their pacifying power and he looked as if he would tear anyone to shreds.
Then all hell broke loose. A number of people came in at once, I tried to restrain Liam, holding him back by his collar.A company rep arrived unexpectedly too, and the phone would not stop ringing. The noise was deafening but the place fell silent for a brief moment as the choking smell of Liam's digested 'bribes' started to abuse our sensitive nostrils. After, what seemed like an eternity, the rep broke the awkward silence by pointing to a lit candle asking " what scent is that? " What a gentleman.
Once the shop emptied we went for a nice walk along the river.
Liam spent the remaining 45 minutes in the car, sound proofed.
Some good things DID happen today; I sold this wonderful candelabra. I shall miss it as I was hoping to keep it myself.