The dog has gone

This week I made a decision to re-home Muttley.

I have got so stressed at his constant escape plans. A mixture of Houdini plays The Great Escape. So he has found a lovely home who will take him everywhere with him and hopefully he will not feel the need to escape every 30 seconds.

Dogs are normally fabulous, but I wrote a list of all the things I will not miss.


1. The fight to get through the door with a pram and catching the dog so he doesn't hot foot out of the house into the road.
2. The wet patches he leaves on my sheets having licked them.
3. Him stealing dirty underwear
4. His drinking out of the toilet bowl
5. Being "special" friends with my duvet
6. His hair and fluff everywhere (although it did give an immediate sense of achievement filling the dyson with just one room).
7. His escaping
8. People bringing him back to me when I hadn't realised he had gone.
9. His barking at the postman
10. Stealing food
11. Refusing to eat the leftovers
12. Insisting sleeping on top of me, even in heatwaves
13. Chasing cats
14. Dog poo pick up
15. Escaping
16. Insisting on showing the world his little *lip stick*
17. Howling in the car
18. Costing more on his accommodation on holidays than us humans
19. Hogging the best seat in the house
20. Chewing wooden toys
21. Eating sea weed. Flip! Why did he not learn? It tastes nasty and will make you sick dog!
22. The owner of said dog, leaving the bad housewife to look after him.

I could continue, but glad I had the guts to find him a new home. They love him and he loves them. It's a win win situation.

So now it's me and the cats I have rescued. The house is a calmer place.