Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Ear ear

I'm not just a sight hound you know - I'm a HEARING hound too.

I demonstrated this morning that I can hear the faintest, FAINTEST rustle of a poop bag (degradable of course) from two rooms away even when the Chris Moyles show is blaring out of the radio.

To the surprise of the Lady Of The House I hurtled into the kitchen like the hot favourite heading for the winning post at Aintree.

I knew that that sound usually means someone's crumpling up a bag ready to pop it in their coat pocket before taking me for a walk - and I wasn't wrong.

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