They always bring us the happiest kind of chaos
He went to the Doggy Hospital, tail between his legs, ears back, nose on the ground….and that was just me, the dog wasn’t happy either. ‘Stuff this’ Bing says, ‘I know what you did to me last time, after they took a couple of things, now I can only smell Pixie the poodles bum’. Poor Bing. It was time for a toothy op because his slack father didn’t clean his teeth enough, though Auntie Nell the vet said the op is normal, nothing we’d done wrong, surprisingly.
His mother’s a shocker with feeding him, not sure whether to call the poor little thing Bing or Barrel.
His doggy bowl is an old bath tub!
He survived his ordeal with flying collars, and happily bounced out of the vet surgery with a few new scars to show off to Pixie.
The very next evening his Dad had a couple of important events, Tropical Friday at the mighty Bohle Barn, and an invite to a Barby at the Brigadiers home at Jezzine.
Bing knew this, and I reckon it was then he began to plot his PR, Puppy Revenge!
My girl was dropping me at the Brigadiers and leaving me there, which believe me, was a very good thing. We arrived late due to the Tropical Friday Party, no probs, we’d informed Dave Mccammon, the Commander of our great All Australian Brigade, so all was well, for the moment.
There is important protocol in the army, and as I looked towards the house I realised there was a hush, and out the front, under a spotlight, was Dave doing a very important speech. Bugger, bad timing. His audience being a few Generals and all the commanders at Lavarack.
Not good.
So quietly I snuck in, stood at the back, he saw me, mentioned me kindly, I apologised, the all important speech continued.
There was a respectable silence, about two minutes later, at a most important moment in Daves speech, a dog appeared at his feet smelling his leg, I thought cynicaly,
“Whose dog is t……. NOOOOOOOO, I wanted to climb into the Easter Bunny’s hole, the dog is mine, BING! And I knew he was hanging out for a poo, he was suppose to be with his Mother down in the park to do all that, instead, he’d followed his Dad up the hill, and now was ready to put on a show for all! One that would have been the conversation of diggers from the Middle East to East Giru. Positively horrified, I went into the spotlight, in front of poor Dave and picked Bing up, and only moments before he was going to lay a Monster Easter Egg.
He was doing the circle thing at Daves feet. One of the Commanders said sternly ‘Pricey!!!! he’s speaking’ I nearly said ‘ Yeh and my Bings about to lay a ballistic missile at he’s feet!!!’. I didn’t, but nearly. So it was that the speech continued uninterrupted, and Bing had his revenge on his Daddy for taking him to the Vet. Dave mentioned later after my 357th apology, that it would have been hilarious if Bing had been able to continue what he was doing. Yes I thought, enemy no 1, just call him Osama Bing laden.
Tomorrow we have the yearly Easter Egg hunt at Soroptomists Park, Bing may be there, and kids he is not the Easter Bunny, he is not the one hiding Easter Eggs, don’t eat them!
Happy days Ooro