Bless His Cotton Socks

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

There are things you can’t imagine doing when you get a pet. One of these things is saying ‘Yaaay, he vomited that sock’.

Yep, in another genius moment, Murphy managed to get another sock which he happily wolfed down. Really? Why? Does he think he’s an f’in goat?

I realised when I was hanging out the washing at the weekend that there was a sock missing. I get VERY anxious about this. I have watched too many vet programmes where BAD things happen if things like socks get stuck. Normally it takes about 3 days for the sock to ‘reappear’ during which time, I am on ‘high alert’.

The only time the sock went down rather than up, he was with the dog walker for the weekend. She had popped out briefly to the shop and on her return, the sock had passed through. Unfortunately, it was accompanied by about 3 days of food. At speed. In liquid form. The poor girl came home to find that Murphy could have given an agricultural muck-spreader a run for its money.

Thankfully he seems none the worse, but I am very glad that we are coming into flip flop* weather.

C

*jandals for you two!