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?