Sneaky-da-boys

When my youngest brother was very little he christened our two dogs, Homer (Simpson) and Monty (Montgomery Burns) collectively as "Sneaky-da-boys". They always seemed to be constantly up to something, sneaking off together, sniffing round somewhere they shouldn't, chewing on something they shouldn't and generally up to no good. My Mam is very house proud so neither dogs have ever been allowed past the utility room ( as far as she knows anyhow) and certainly never on any furniture.

Lovely Homer has since passed a couple of years ago but Monty is continuing to fly the flag for sneaky-da-boys. I got this email from my brother this morning with attached pic:

"Monty stayed over in ours last night on his holidays unannounced. Therefore he did not have his overnight bag or any stuff with him. We let him sleep on the sitting room floor as it was warmer than the tiles in the kitchen and he was fast asleep. Evidently he decided that the leather couch suited him better. This morning we spotted him through the glass. When he heard the kettle boiling (and realised we were up) he gingerly got back off the sofa and lay back down on the floor again. All the while we were watching him. When we came into the room he was full of affection and innocent as you like "

This pic is evidence of the guilty perpetrator carrying out the sinful deed. Wait till Mam see this. Good on ya Monty. Long live sneaky-da-boys. 


ps: Myles, you could do with cleaning your glass.