What next?
Combined Fizz's walk with trip to the supermarket. Nothing new there, a routine occurrence.
Oh, bloody hell!
I know she barks - quite ferociously, in fact. Normally, I tie her to the back bike post and hope she'll quieten down and, usually, she does.
Today?
Thought, oh, I'm only nipping in for a minute to get bin bags, I'll leave her here - front bike post, near path.
Oh, shit.
Was half way home when Morrison's manager came running after me.
Turned out Fizz had bit a woman's leg. Woman in supermarket office and not best pleased.
I hung around until she came out. All wits gone, of course.
"Why didn't you give her a false address?" asked Bonnie later.
Maybe I should have got the woman's address and sent her flowers or something. She was going to casualty, she said. The dog had just leapt out and bit her. Could have bit a child, she said.
Oh shit!
Bonnie couldn't believe Fizz bit anyone.
Truth is, I could. She does sound cross when I tie her outside supermarket, that's why I normally keep her a bit out of the way.
My first thought was, oh, no, they'll put the dog down, then I thought - litigation!
Which was Bonnie's first reaction.
"That's it, then, the house gone, everything."
She was well miserable. Only Ian could cheer her up.
"They'll put her down."
"Put who down?" asked Ian, "Maureen?"
I was feeling so upset being put down seemed a good option. I've been waiting for a phone call from the police or a solicitor all day. Didn't come but it could tomorrow.
Said 5 decades of the Rosary that the woman will just think I'm a half wit and decide not to sue. Which is very selfish of me, I should have prayed that her leg recovers.
I don't suppose a bit of spiritual healing would have been appreciated.
Bugger! What a thing. Bonnie's decided to send Fizz to hubby's and claim that I was her lodger who has since run off, with dog, to an unknown destination.
Plenty of jokes about fugitives, and dogs on the run, and South America and safe houses etc but who's laughing.