PARKING LOTS DRIVE ME NUTS!

Have you ever had trouble remembering where you parked in the supermarket parking lot?

Rather nerve-racking, isn't it?

Well, something quite similar happened to me a while ago, and it was such an embarrassing moment that I am not likely to forget it…

We were done with the household shopping and while Dearhubby was paying the bill, I headed to the car to load our groceries into the trunk.

As I was about to unlock it, I noticed that the windshield was dirty, not to say filthy, you know bugs, dust and other grime.

Jeez, how could we drive safely with such a blurred view of the road?

Well, not really my fault, cause I don't drive, I mean, I don't have my driver's license : a real blessing for the other drivers and for pedestrians, as well!

Anyway, one thing was clear : we wouldn't drive back home with that hazy windscreen!

Lucky me, I had just bought white vinegar and paper towel, so I took them out of the trolley, and started scrubbing.

I was running short of elbow grease and patience when I heard Dearhubby coming behind me.

I didn't stop cleaning, but just grumbled, " Your car is absoutely disgusting! How dare you drive such a piece of junk!! ".

No answer back! Haha, for once I had shut Dearhubby up!

But, after all, it was not that serious, his silence was speaking volumes and deserved a smile.

I turned back, and, believe me or not, the man staring at me ...did not look like Dearhubby at all!

Actually, Dearhubby was striding towards the flabbergasted car's owner and me, and when he was within earshot, he shouted to the  poor man :

" Don't believe her, she is not a neat freak. You know, she can't help courting all the drivers with the same car as mine! ".

Then, he added : " Come on, Perky, woud you mind steering your trolley to our car wihch is parked on the other side? ".

OMG, what a shame!!

So, next time you are looking for your car in a parking lot, have a special thought for me, and take it easy.

A SCARY EXPERIENCE

What is your scariest experience?

Mine happened some years ago when I was living in a village in the middle of nowhere.

One night Dearhubby was away on business, and as there was nothing much on telly, I decided to turn in early.

Unfortunately, hardly had I switched off the light when I could hear whispers and muffled voices!

Sure there were burglars in the living-room!

I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen to fetch something to defend myself.

As I was about to open the knife drawer, I got hit on the head!!

My heart dropped into my stomach, I saw stars, but I didn't faint.

I screwed up my courage and turned back sowly to face my aggressor.

Gee, my " serial killer " was lying on the floor, as stiff as a poker and with his hard mop standing on end!

Before going to bed, I had swept the floor and forgot to put the broom away.

When entering the kitchen, I had stepped on its brush, and it had made the stick tilt and knock my head!!

But I was not out of the woods…

The conversation was still going on in the living-room!

I grabbed a carving knife, slammed the door of the living-room opened, switched on the light….Not a single soul around!

Just the light of the radio!

What a naughty scatterbrain!! I had turned it down instead of off!

Anyway, all was well that ended well.

What about you? Have you ever had the scare of your life? Let me know, cause I am a bit of a coward, but I like spooky stories!

THE HUNTING QUESTION IS BACK!

September marks the end of school-holidays, but unfortunately, the kick-off of the hunting season, as well.

One more time, every weekend the gunshots nearby or in the far distance will break my  animal-lover's heart and put me on edge.

Yet, as I have an English Springer Spaniel, when I walk him, people often ask me if he goes hunting.

A straightforward  "no" is usually enough to dodge any further questions, but last time a guy asked me about Canaille's hunting outings, I decided to answer "yes", make a prank,  and have fun.

And voilà, the ice was broken. The only thing I had to do then was to satisfy that enthusiastic hunter's curiosity…

Does my dog stay on tracks regardless of the conditions? 

Of course, he does! He is a persistent and determined hunter.

Is he good at flushing out its preys?

Jeez, good?? Are you joking? He is excellent! No way for its prey to hide and escape his nose!

His pointing behaviour?

Perfect! As soon as he has spotted his prey, he won't get sidetracked.

Does he bring back his prey immediately?

Bring it back? Hmm,...actually, he devours it on the spot!

Hasn't he been trained to bring it back?

Well, no, but cookies and biscuits hunting dogs don't need any training, do they?

I was expecting my revelation woud make the man laugh, but he just gawked at me, and then told me pedantically that English Springer Spaniels are born hunting dogs and it is a pity to deprive them of such a game!

A game???  That put me on edge again, and I answered : " My Springer is a lap dog, you know the kind of dogs who chase treats and comfy sofas. He just runs after cuddles, and would never hurt a fly " ( I didn't add that my sweet Canaille is afraid of them!).

That's how my one and only attempt to get on well with hunters ended up!

Sorry if there are hunters among you, but just have a look at the picture below, and think it over…

DOGS ARE GOOD HOMEHELPS

Hi everydoggy,

My name is Canaille, I am an English Springer Spaniel and today I'd like to tell you what a good homehelp a dog can be.

I hope that after reading my post, you will spread the word to Perky, this blog's owner, cause she is always complaining that with Ulysse (my Coton de Tuléar roomie) and me, it's quite impossible to keep the house clean.

First off, if she spoke dog as fluently as she claims, she would say " impawssible " and then, she would think it twice before accusing us wrongly, cause we do our best to lend a paw and keep our so-called mess under control.

Perky thinks that one of the best way to keep a house clean is to keep clean dogs.

So, when coming back from a walk in the rain, we let her wipe our paws before getting in.

Once that pad-tickling job done, we can get in, and that's when things go wrong.

To remove all the drops of rain hidden in our fur, we can't help shaking ourselves in the corridor, and you know what?

Instead of congratulating us for those energetic finishing touches, Perky starts whining that the entrance walls are one more time mud-spotted and that she will soon run out of elbow grease!

Getting no credit for your work is a bit disappointing, but we love that girl to the moon and back, so we forgive her.

And yet, when it comes to the windows, she really gets on our nerves!

When, to train to be good guard dogs, we press our noses on the glass to see if everything is ok in the garden, Perky says that she doesn't appreciate dogs'nose art!

So how come that she praises the stained-glass windows of the local church??

You see, she is really unpredictable, but to top it all, she is rather fussy, as well!

Stray hairs floating around?

The vacuum cleaner monster is immediately out, even though she says hoovering is backbreaking!

So, yesterday, to put an end to my dear Perky's backache, I have decided to strike a bow and get rid of the monster.

It took me a lot of bitings and gnawings, but it was worthwhile!!

The hoovering monster will neither run after me nor hurt Perky anymore, cause I've destroyed its two wheels!!

Now I am looking forward to seeing Perky's grateful smile when she

 sees my good job! 

I'll tell you soon.

In the meantime, have a pawesome week.