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See Liz Freak
Mar. 6th, 2007 01:35 pmSee Liz's lodger catch plane to Amsterdam, leaving dog Pippin at home.
See Liz clean house/change litter trays/send proposal/answer email/do laundry/hang out washing.
See Liz, somewhat late, finally drive to work.
See Liz catch sight of Pippin bolting out of the driveway after car.
See Pippin narrowly miss being creamed by a BMW!
See Liz curse, inventively, and slam on brakes.
See Liz realise that, realistically, there is nothing she can now do except pull in and phone partner to retrieve dog.
Breathe sigh of relief with Liz as Pippin runs back into drive, this time just in front of a 4-by-4. Rear view of road remains dog-less.
Cover your ears! - as Liz once more spots dog in rear mirror, prancing down exact centre of road, followed by string of 12 cars.
See Liz screech to a halt, leap out of car, roar at Pippin in voice reminiscent of sergeant major on acid. Remember, children, not to use the words 'Get the fuck back here fucking now!' to your pet.
See passing chav couple have hysterics.
See Pippin's ears droop. See him run away into housing estate! See Liz sprint after him, grab hm in strangehold, bundle him into back seat.
See somewhat calmer Liz drive home, passing speeding Jag on way. Recognise Jag as, indeed, our other car, with T in it, looking for Pippin. See Liz try to attract T's attention. See Liz fail.
Cover your ears again! See Liz explain to Pippin that he has the road sense of a small pea. See Pippin confined to house and/or leash for duration of lodger's stay in Holland. See Liz phone local asylum and beg for sanctuary.
THE END
See Liz clean house/change litter trays/send proposal/answer email/do laundry/hang out washing.
See Liz, somewhat late, finally drive to work.
See Liz catch sight of Pippin bolting out of the driveway after car.
See Pippin narrowly miss being creamed by a BMW!
See Liz curse, inventively, and slam on brakes.
See Liz realise that, realistically, there is nothing she can now do except pull in and phone partner to retrieve dog.
Breathe sigh of relief with Liz as Pippin runs back into drive, this time just in front of a 4-by-4. Rear view of road remains dog-less.
Cover your ears! - as Liz once more spots dog in rear mirror, prancing down exact centre of road, followed by string of 12 cars.
See Liz screech to a halt, leap out of car, roar at Pippin in voice reminiscent of sergeant major on acid. Remember, children, not to use the words 'Get the fuck back here fucking now!' to your pet.
See passing chav couple have hysterics.
See Pippin's ears droop. See him run away into housing estate! See Liz sprint after him, grab hm in strangehold, bundle him into back seat.
See somewhat calmer Liz drive home, passing speeding Jag on way. Recognise Jag as, indeed, our other car, with T in it, looking for Pippin. See Liz try to attract T's attention. See Liz fail.
Cover your ears again! See Liz explain to Pippin that he has the road sense of a small pea. See Pippin confined to house and/or leash for duration of lodger's stay in Holland. See Liz phone local asylum and beg for sanctuary.
THE END
