My parents were going away for most of yesterday and I was babysitting the dog while they were gone. I was taking the ten o'clock bus from my place, at which time my parents had already left. And I was thinking to myself as I left that if I lost the bus or elseways got delayed, I'd just call the house.
And the worst part? It really took me a long time to realise why that didn't sound right.
I can imagine the phone conversation:
Me: I'll be there in ten minutes, I'm running a little late.
Dog: woof
And while that dog is eerily human at times, I don't think she's gonna answer the phone. And exactly why my parents needed to name 30+ kilos of pure joy of life Tussi which is the Norwegian name of Eyore, will never make sense to me.
The woofer, as photographed by my brother.