So far this year there’s not been that much to laugh about. Apart from everything else I’ve written about, I also had a DKK 7,500 bill from the tandlæge. However, I did get a good laugh yesterday.
We organised to meet a friend and her dog at Frederiksberg gardens to have a run around with Hamish. The dogs had a ball (literally) for around two hours and were absolutely exhausted by the end.
When we go to the park, we take a few of those black doggy poo bags and stuff one with treats.
NQDII asked both dogs if they’d like a treat.
Tails wagged at a million miles an hour.
‘Okay,’ said NQDII. ‘Here you go.’
And put his hand into the bag to get them.
While his hand was still in he said quizzically. ‘That’s odd, these strip things have melted or something.’
Or something.
Our friend and I looked perplexed until a mortified look settled on NQDII’s face.
‘Oh nooooooooo! I’ve got my hand in dog shit!’
Poor NQDII… What a dreadful experience. And for a virologist, even more so. I could see an encyclopaedia of pathogens running through his brain.
It was a 300m dash to the loos to clean up but he couldn’t really relax until he came home and doused himself in disinfectant.
Self explanatory (And Hamish behaved himself)
Never seen one of these before - and it only has one wheel at the front
