Sunday, 27 July 2008

Trouble at Pub

Keef!This lunchtime I walked into the “Merrie Monk” with my cute little pup, Max. Di immediately took him from me saying “Oh you little daring, let me hold you and give you a bit of love”.

Trigger was sitting on a barstool next to her and said “I didn’t know you cared so much, I’m all yours when you’re ready!” To which Di retorted “Not you, you twat, I was talking to the pup!” Then she proceeded to give him a bloody good well-deserved thumping.

At this point I shouted to her as she walked away, (with my pup) “Hey! You hit my friend again and see what happens!”. Trigger looked at me with relief. At last someone was standing up to Di on his behalf.

Di stopped, turned, and came back and gave him another thumping, then she looked at me. “See!” I said “That’s what happens!” Trigger said something that sounded like “You bastard!” to me, but I wasn’t quite sure.

Ending on a rather sad note, I think Max ate the toad, because he complained of stomach ache on the way home.

5 comments:

john.g. said...

Nice one matey!

PI said...

Is that toad in the hole? I do hope so.

sablonneuse said...

Hope you're not serious. You can't let Max eat toads. Yuk!
If any of our cats try to eat slugs they sick them up whole. I should think a toad tastes even worse!

Mickle in NZ said...

Just as well you don't get cane toads there (or here). Pleased Monty and Max are such a hit at the pub. And I don't even like dogs :o)

Jayne said...

My Staffie Mungo used to eat toads & then sick 'em up about an hour later......gawd it was awful! Ahh, the joys of owning a puppy Keith :-)