I'm not on here too often these days but i like to keep an eye on you lot - i usually get a laugh or two out of the posts and am loving this thread
Reminds me of when Lucy was about 18 months, it was a glorious sunny day, Helen had gone to thorpe park for the day with the kids leaving me to gut the bathroom and look after Lucy.
I started work on the bathroom but soon had to stop as lucy had stolen a bit of old architrave and chewed it in every room in the house, thinking she would not settle until i tired her out, i took her for a walk (mistake N01)
As it was hot we headed for the woods but i soon realised that the woodpiles would be sporting dozy adders and thought letting her off the lead twas not the best of ideas, so leaving the woods we crossed the road into the nature reserve to try some recall.
She was a little star returning promptly on the whistle for a lump of dads livercake in reward. All was going well until she headed for the brow of the hill and didnt return when i whistled - off i set at a trot calling and whistling as i went to no avail. As i got to the brow of the hill i could see the couple with the picnic spread under the tree who were seemingly oblivious to the four legged food bin approaching at high speed.
As i drew closed they spotted me and it became abundantly clear they were having more than just a picnic and i saw the young lady rapidly dismount and adjust her dress, her partner who was laying on his back,attempting to pull up his trousers, was not so quick and must have been stunned as Lucy ran straight over his head and helped herself to a sandwich.
Well the young lady (luckily) thought it was hilarious and was still laughing as i lumbered up to apologise and retrieve Lucy whose head by now was buried in her partners trousers (think bed bath
) as the scent of the proceedings had become a bigger draw than the remaining food. Apologising profusely, and trying to avoid eye contact at all costs, i took a firm hold of Lucy's harness, i did think i saw the start of a smile on the gents face however it soon dissipated and was replaced with a look of pure hatred, i looked away just in time to see Lucy's tongue reach the bottom of his tumbler of wine
We moved on to another field where Lucy discovered that if you roll in a rotting badger, dad has to pick the tiny maggots out of your fur before you get to ride in the car but on the plus side you do get to go home with all the windows down - cool!