The above is a perenial favorite quote in the ramsay family, which was apparently uttered by my father as a child, after he had managed to coax and bribe one of the local stray cats to follow home back to his house one day.
He of course denies this is how it happened (but we don’t believe him for an instant).
Anyway. The point of this post is..
Today I got up and opened the door onto the patio (if you can call it that) to let Jack have a run around outside, which he duly did. About half an hour later I went into the kitchen to make myself a cuppa, and while I was there I heard this strange snuffling sound coming from behind me in the lounge, and turned around in time to be startled by a little black-with-grey-speckling puppy trotting into the kitchen.
He was little. He was friendly. He was boisterous. He was sooooo cute!!!
I wanted to keep him.
Instead however I lead him out to the front of the house and he trotted off down the street (I can only assume either to continue his adventuring, or to return home and tell his family about me).
He was very cute however. I could easily have been convinced to keep him if out situation was different. Jack wouldn’t mind. He’d be sure to let that dog know who’e boss. 🙂