Let’s do this together

Now that The Dark Lord and her runny nose are back at school using up their stocks of loo paper,

I’ve had a chance to process the madness from the long weekend of looking after the muppets, Sanna and Jazz.

It became clear early on in their mini break that the whippets are in fact a lethal combination of speed and stupidity.

When they weren’t tearing around threatening to shatter their fragile bones, they were digging, gnawing, dashing, wrestling and jumping, then spark out sleeping off their madness in a pile of weeds “rescued” and brought indoors from the garden waste bags.

After a busy day spent tending to

The Dark Lord’s needs, the idiot dogs and I finally sat down to watch TV together. But six-month-old puppy

Sanna proceeded to spend the evening sitting on the back of the sofa, her tongue like a heat-seeking missile, rammed in my ear.

During the course of the weekend, she managed to nick an apple out of the fruit bowl, leave a trail of half-chewed blueberries on the carpet, widdle in the kitchen, poo in the bathroom, gnaw her way through my old Ugg boot, and swallow ciggie butts she’d snaffled from under a park bench on one of our traumatic walks.

Even my pug Boris just sat there bewildered by the whirlwind of devastation as his normally calm existence was turned upside down.

Then, just minutes before pick-up, I realised things had gone a bit too quiet, and then I heard my neighbour calling me.

“Have you lost a whippet?” Catherine asked over the wall.

“Uh oh. Have you found one? I sighed.

“Yes, I realised the cuddly toys I’d washed and left outside to dry kept going missing,” she laughed. “Then I found them halfway up the garden, and as my husband is away and can’t be the culprit, I guess it must be your half whippet/half kangaroo house guest.”

I finally got the daft dog back over the wall just before the Mother of Whippets, Ali, turned up to rescue me, I mean, them.

Of course, I loved every minute of having the whippets to stay, but like all god(dog)parents, I was delighted to hand them back.

Email me at siobhan.mcnally@mirror.co.uk or write to Community Corner, PO Box 791, Winchester SO23 3RP.