Interference

To Judy and David's we went last night, to join her daughter Sophie and his son Chris for supper and make up a four for bridge (no, I don't know why either). Hugo is welcome in this house, and since the back door is usually open he can come and go as he pleases indoors and out. But he wasn't expecting two demons in the form of a long-haired and a wire-haired dachshund respectively called Toby and Otto. Otto pounced on him, chased him, barked at him, growled at him, tried to hump him, and poor Hugo was bewildered. It wasn't like this before, his eyes said pitifully. Yap, yap, yap they went as they tormented him, or at least one of them did, and no amount of hiding behind chairs, and once during bridge, trying to get onto my lap, got him away from them. When Otto wasn't persecuting Hugo he was humping his brother, or lying across him, pinning him silently to the ground. Toby just looked helpless, as indeed he was. "It's a domination issue," Sophie explained. Yup. Eventually they were locked in the kitchen and we continued in peace. Supper was dynamic, jolly, greedy, boozy and relaxed. Judy had managed to knock up a delicious chicken and tamarind casserole between dialysis sessions, and the wine flowed. I think David and I came last but then we barely had an opening hand between us. It's all in the cards, but they weren't with us last night. Hugo cried a bit on the way home, very gently. It's way past my bedtime again, he whimpered. Why do you keep doing this to me? I MUST be in bed by 7pm. Please don't let it happen again Mummy. Something has to give and it's going to have to be your social life. What social life Hugo?

Showing his teeth when asleep - a first

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