Oh boy, next time I say I am enjoying a day of peace, please tell me to be quiet. Since 2pm its been none stop on the barking front. Not from the large lungs of Rocky oh no its the little yapper on full volume. She just wont shut up, and its driving me nuts.
The trouble is she is a terrier and loves to terrorise literally. Now her daddy is out all day she thinks she can do what she likes where she likes as loudly as possible and the result is my head is now pounding as much as the pain in my back and hips, and my temper is frazzled. So what do you think mums cure to this mania was. Lock the little darling in with me in my room, so now the little charmer has not just maintained the volume but in an octave that could shattered glass along with my ear drums.
Never have I ever wished hubby back home so quickly in my life so he can have his normal affect on the terrier and silence her noise. In the mean time I am reaching for the asprin and hoping her voice will give up before my ear drums do. I have even resorted to songs from the musicals through my head phones and she is still penatrating through that. Seriously I think she could be used as a form of mental torture by MI5.
When law and order has been restored and my thumping head has stopped doing the entire percussion department of the 1812 overture, I will return. Until then I am finding a darkened room/
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