Dog days
You know how most people can remember the day a dog ran into the classroom at their school? The way the dog would run in, scamper around the place knocking jotters onto the floor, being ineffectually chased by the teacher, before exiting, stage left?

Well that happened pretty much every single day at my primary school. Doors were always left open for some reason (particularly lovely in the depths of winter in rural Scotland). And most days, a large ginger and white spaniel type would run in, and come straight to my desk. Whereupon I'd pat him on the head, say 'Good boy Hector', and he would run back outside to where mum was waiting for him with the other dogs, as she was out walking them. Once he ran in and vomited at Maria's feet. He was a wonderful dog.
( ascorbate, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 14:19, Reply)