Worried?? Me?
It was my first day at the new gf's family home, where she was babysitting the dog while her parents and siblings were on their summer hols. I'd never lived with a dog before.

This particular dog was a gentle soul, affectionate, liked people, but (like all dogs) had large and sharp-looking teeth.

Time passed, and teatime arrived. GF was aware of the need to feed to dog and had the means to do so, but knew that the dog's feeding time was 6pm, always had been. The dog seemed to think otherwise, however, and started running around in a somewhat excited manner. What GF didn't know is that while she'd been away at uni, her Mum had brought the dog's feeding time forward to 5pm. As 5pm passed further into the distant past with no sign of dinner coming, the dog became steadily more frantic.

By 5:45, GF was in the kitchen making our tea and I was in the lounge (alone). The dog was now running full pelt around the house stopping only to bark loudly and try to bite chunks out of the carpet. Eventually, she made it as far as me. Having run at me with wide eyes, dripping teeth, and having tried to take several good-sized chunks out of the carpet, she stopped dead in front of me, wild eyes staring at me, mouth open, teeth bared, growling.....

At which point GF called out to say "Don't worry, she's only hungry".

I'm still not sure exactly what it was she thought I might be worried about, if it wasn't that the dog was keen to eat something.

Anyway, 18 years later we're married with a dog of our own, so no harm done.
(patently Was somewhere else on, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 12:50, Reply)