Naughty George and the great shed challenge

It's good to have a bit of a sit-down, especially after a busy weekend which culminated in Naughty George stranding himself on the roof of my shed. Yeh, yeh, I don't know how a dog that small, managed to scale a seven-foot wooden structure either, but he did. And given the frequency of Naughty George's antics, I have ceased to be amazed by them; so when I walked into the garden and saw him at the summit vacuously woofing at some passers-by, my first thought wasn't "bloody hell, how on earth did he get up there?", it was "oh bloody hell, how am I going to get the git down?"

 Pic.No.1. The shed that Naughty George scaled

As I was pondering the situation, the same passers-by were laughing and pointing at NG, and upon seeing me, hollered; "hey missus, you've got a dog on your shed!"

"Ooh really? thanks for your help," I muttered under my breath.

I needed to get him down, but as you can see from the picture, the area was pretty overgrown (because the ground is too rough for my lawnmower), making it difficult to use a stepladder........ but really I had no other choice.

So, like most other people in the UK I imagine, I spent my Sunday evening up a rickety ladder at the bottom of the garden, with a barking mutt under my arm, whilst the passers-by gasped at every sideways lurch caused by the uneven ground. Hell, I even got a mini round-of-applause once I safely descended..... there's nothing like a bit of privacy in your own garden.

So Naughty George was safely back on firm ground, and whilst I put away the ladder, he showed his appreciation by vomiting a belly-full of grass onto the patio, in full view of the passers-by, who screwed up their faces in disgust and finally moved on.

Pic.No.2. Naughty George relaxes after his shed-climbing expedition

So with the dog firmly ensconsed in his basket, and disaster narrowly averted, I can continue writing the weekend's posts.

Hope you are having a great Bank Holiday weekend, what have you been up to then?