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[katharos]

Got home from work tonight to find the dog had rolled in fox poo.

Me: What is that smell?
Sister: That's tea cooking.
Mum: What is that SMELL?!
ME: ...sister said it was your cooking.

Edit: Just reread that. To clarify, sister had somehow managed to ENTIRELY MISS the loveley smell of fox-poo-on-smug-dog in the house before I pointed it out.

So then I spent the next hour washing the dog who after doing the droopy ear schtick for five minutes enjoyed it way too much.

Hullo, England! Goodbye, Corfu and the sun and the sea and the olive trees and the greek family who brought their pet duck down to the beach for a swim. (It was the happiest duck, swimming along by its friend, bobbing on the waves, settling down by the family for a sunbathe while the whole beach stared and cooed.

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[lycoris.livejournal.com]

I am laughing because I am a horrible cruel person. :D Personally, I feel that your sister should have been doing the cleaning of dog since she was the one who made such SHOCKING SLURS on your mother's cooking!

Welcome back to England! I'm glad you had fun! :)