At first, I thought it was only the dog making noise, but when I went to investigate, I saw that it was a lot more than that.
The snuffling was familiar, but what I didn’t expect to see was my estranged husband flat on his back with the dog on top of him, pinning him to the floor.
‘Get this thing off of me!’ he yelled.
The dog wagged her tail, but didn’t budge. Forty plus pounds of dog is no light weight, and she was no pushover.
I started to laugh which just made him angrier.
‘When did you get this… this…….. beast?’ he demanded.
‘She’s better company than you ever were. What are you doing here anyway? ‘
‘Please, get her off. She’s heavy.’
The dog meekly moved to one side and ambled across to her water bowl.
Jeff stood up.
‘I just needed a few things,’ he said.
‘What things? You don’t just sneak in in the middle of the night and help yourself. Make a list and let me know in the morning so that I can inform my solicitor. Now I suggest you get out of here before I call the police and Patsy thinks you’re her breakfast. ‘
Written for Fandango’s story starter