Doggy Tale

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Here’s a doggy tale I heard the other day which made me laugh. I was in conversation in the local watering hole with a chap who is now in his senior years.

Meet Eric

Eric is a very nice man, one of those guys that if you were in a bar on your own, you wouldn’t mind him coming over to you and having a chat. Which is what happened! Apparently, Eric’s been living in the village for nearly twenty years. After the usual ‘Hi, I’m Eric, who are you?’ introductions, he started to tell me a very funny doggy tale. Well, it had me rolling about the place, laughing like a man possessed.

Cost Appraisal Surveyor

In a former life, Eric told me he held the position of ‘Cost Appraisal Surveyor’ for a painting and decorating company. I think it’s a fancy title for an estimator. At the time of his ‘fancy titled’ employment, his company were working mainly in high-end properties in the centre of London. Think Holland Park, Swiss Cottage, those kinds of residencies.

Meet Chipper

At one appointment, he was met by a very well spoken lady in her early 40’s. The house was a huge 3 story Georgian property that the owners wanted decorating from top to bottom. Armed with his clipboard and pencil, (this was long before the iPad), Eric rang the doorbell to be greeted by a maid. The maid invited him in whereupon he was met by a large, over welcoming slobbering Boxer dog. Eric wasn’t impressed, but as he was visiting a prospective customer he didn’t complain.

Paint It Black

A while passed before the lady of the house turned up, introduced herself and then took Eric to the first of many rooms that needed his professional appraisal. She had everything planned out for each room, the colour schemes, wallpaper patterns, plasterwork and so on. As they passed from room to room, then floor to floor, the dog followed giving Eric plenty of slob on the way. It was becoming very awkward, to say the least, but being the true professional he was, he never complained.

Bewilderment

It was while coming to the end of the appointment, somewhere on the third floor that the lady of the house turned to Eric and asked, “Do you always bring your dog with you on your appraisals?” Eric, somewhat bewildered, looked at her aghast. “It’s not my dog!” he replied. To which they both simultaneously let out an “Oh my goodness.” Eric said he wanted to say something else, but his better judgement decided against it. Luckily the dog had a tag around its neck with an address which was only a few doors away.

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24 Comments
  • SueW
    June 1, 2019

    Oh, Trev, that is so funny! I wonder how the dog got into the houseπŸ˜€

    • admin
      June 1, 2019

      I did wonder, Sue. Perhaps through an open back door.

  • debjani6ghosh
    June 1, 2019

    This was indeed hilarious! πŸ˜€ The dog had the last laugh, it seems.

    • admin
      June 1, 2019

      Thank you, debjani. πŸ˜€

  • I snorted my coffee with this one. So funny.

    • admin
      June 1, 2019

      I hope it didn’t spoil your coffee too much πŸ˜ƒ

  • Peter's pondering
    June 1, 2019

    I love it!…….but, did he get the contract? You have to go back for another libation or two!

    • admin
      June 1, 2019

      Thanks, Peter, but I have no idea if he got the contract πŸ˜ƒ

      • rugby843
        June 1, 2019

        Funny story, wonder if he did close the deal, slobber and all. πŸ˜‰

        • admin
          June 2, 2019

          Hi Rugby, I don’t know, but I shall have to find out

  • Invisibly Me
    June 2, 2019

    Pahahah! Sweet dog though, following him around the house. Pretty generous for the lady of the house to say nothing for so long; in such a fancy house you’d think she’d ask for shoes to be removed and yet she allowed in a slobbering dog so as not to offend Eric. Thanks for the giggles πŸ™‚
    xx

    • admin
      June 2, 2019

      Hi Caz and yes, it does seem a long time but I suppose these things happen. I’m glad she never said anything as it would have spoiled a good story πŸ˜€

  • Emperor Publishing LLC
    June 8, 2019

    That is hilarious! Once being the owner of a boxer, I can attest to the constant drooling. Disgusting! But he was the BEST dog EVER. Boxers are super, duper dogs. Thanks for the laugh.

    • admin
      June 8, 2019

      I’m glad you enjoyed it. I found it equally hilarious when I was told the story. πŸ˜€ Thank You.

  • Hope
    June 9, 2019

    Love it! Love it! The dog knew he needed attention and slobbered on him.

    • admin
      June 9, 2019

      Thank you, Hope. They usually do know don’t they? πŸ˜€

  • mabelfrancis
    June 19, 2019

    πŸ˜πŸ˜›πŸ˜œπŸ˜

  • SovernessOverSeas
    June 25, 2019

    πŸ˜‚ That’s one funny story. Only a story you would believe from the local down the pub.

    • admin
      June 25, 2019

      Thank you. πŸ™‚

  • The Hinoeuma
    July 5, 2019

    OMG, that was hilarious! Gotta love a Boxer. Besides slobbering, they fart a lot, too. And, they don’t seem to realize where the farts are coming from when they hear themselves. My aunt & uncle have had two Boxers spanning 20 years…one English, one American. They are overly stinky farters (could rival your sheep) and check their own butts in confusion when they do it!

    I love Brits. That ‘carry on’ thing, regardless of circumstances… Odd happenings are examined after the fact, instead of during…unlike mannerless Yanks, who will interrupt at the drop of a hat.

    I think I have my answer regarding your location.

    • admin
      July 5, 2019

      Lol, there’s a funny blog post in this comment itself. Thank you for taking the time and I appreciate your very funny words. πŸ˜ƒ

      • The Hinoeuma
        July 5, 2019

        Welcome. And, sorry. You are a Welshman, not a Brit. Scusi…

  • Hilarious! Thanks for sharing!

    • admin
      July 28, 2019

      Thank you, Wolf Boy, glad you enjoyed it.




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