Tormusk1872
Well-Known Member
My dog has a saviour complex
I’ve been getting a lot of abuse in the street, which is not unusual if you’re me, but in recent days it has gotten a lot worse. It culminated in a man shouting at me in an impenetrable Scottish accent outside Victoria tube station. I couldn’t figure out why till I was standing in a fish and chip shop and an Irishman sidled up to me and whispered, “you’d get in a lot of trouble in parts of Belfast if you wore that t-shirt.” The penny dropped. I operate a laundry cycle, and this was the week to wear my Celtic football shirt.
Luckily I have my dog to protect me: now officially a Catholic dog after he was blessed by a priest. A few nights ago, I took him out for a late night wee and discovered a strange man lingering outside my house, in the bushes. Bert, who I’ve never seen so much as curl his lip at a human being, barked so wildly that I had to apologise to this likely burglar for disturbing his work. I was proud.
I’ve been getting a lot of abuse in the street, which is not unusual if you’re me, but in recent days it has gotten a lot worse. It culminated in a man shouting at me in an impenetrable Scottish accent outside Victoria tube station. I couldn’t figure out why till I was standing in a fish and chip shop and an Irishman sidled up to me and whispered, “you’d get in a lot of trouble in parts of Belfast if you wore that t-shirt.” The penny dropped. I operate a laundry cycle, and this was the week to wear my Celtic football shirt.
Luckily I have my dog to protect me: now officially a Catholic dog after he was blessed by a priest. A few nights ago, I took him out for a late night wee and discovered a strange man lingering outside my house, in the bushes. Bert, who I’ve never seen so much as curl his lip at a human being, barked so wildly that I had to apologise to this likely burglar for disturbing his work. I was proud.