Ruby’s story………….

Its Good Friday today, but it’s just turned into an even better Friday for me. You see Friday is already my favourite day of the week because it’s the day that my friends the bin men come and see me. I love them, I really do.

I hear their wagon as soon as they come into the village, I can be inside asleep, but as soon as I hear them, I want to be out there to greet them. I can’t wait to rush to the gate and shout to them, they always come over to see me, I know that they like me just as much as I like them. What’s even better is that they always have a packet of biscuits with them, that they are always willing to share with me.

Sometimes if mum has taken me out on a walk and I’m not at the gate when they come, they come to look for me in the village and when they see me they call me over and they’re really happy because they thought they’d missed me.

One day dad had taken me to visit some friends in the village and I was allowed to roam around in their garden, because the garden was safe and secure and I couldn’t get out………. yeah sure……. you don’t know what your dealing with here. You see I could hear the bin lorry in the next street and I knew that they were looking for me, so not one to disappoint I found a little gap in the “secure fence” and sneaked out, and headed off down the road to find them, and then there they were, and boy were they happy to see me, they all gave me a big fuss and shared the biscuits out, and then true to form, who comes running round the corner, but dad and the fun was over……… but never mind there’s always next Friday………..

Mummy story………………

Ever since she was a puppy, Ruby has always had an embarrassing obsession with the bin men. Being a Lab she likes most people, but the bin men she absolutely adores.

She can be curled up asleep on the sofa but as soon as soon as the bin lorry hits the village that’s it, she’s at the door barking to go out and charges to the gate and literally sits there for half an hour whilst they work their way round the village and get to us. When they do get to us she’s up at the gate barking, and jumping around, the poor guys have no choice but to come over and give her a fuss, just to shut her up. It really is embarrassing. They made the mistake one day of giving her a biscuits and that’s it now, she’s snuffling round their pockets and carrying on until they give her another, the poor blokes won’t have any left for their tea breaks at this rate.

If I’ve taken her out early and she hears them in the village she goes crackers trying to get to them, and then she sees them she literally drags me across to the road to them, it really does get very embarrassing.

One day the other half had popped in to see a friend in the village, they’ve got quite a big enclosed garden and as they have a dog of their own, the garden is totally safe and secure. But oh no, not secure enough to keep an obsessed bin man stalker in. She found a gap and was gone, the other half hot footed it after her and when he got out of the garden he saw her happily trotting down the pavement of the main road (thankfully its a very quiet main road) and then confidently turned into a nearby cul-de-sac, this girl knew exactly where she was going.

When the other half arrived she was happily sitting with the bin men eating their biscuits……… “think you’ve lost someone” one of the bin men shouted over to the other half…………….

Thankfully that was a one off, but then I suppose there’s always next week…….