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Sunday, August 5, 2012

She Nose

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Once I've settled in for the evening I hate having to leave my cosy home, but sometimes there's no other option.

Tonight I snuck into the kitchen to finish off a bag of Red Rock chips. There was only a quarter of a bag left, so only enough to cause arguments if I took them into the lounge room where the kids were watching The Lorax. I'd just tipped the last of the dregs into my mouth and tossed the packet into the bin when Miss2 walked in.

Guilt must have been written all over my face because she looked at me suspiciously.

"Up," she demanded. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She was having none of it. "What you got?" she asked, squinting and pointing at my mouth.

"Muffing," I lied, trying to talk without parting my lips.

:"I want," she said - palm flat now.

I looked at Tracey. "She can smell food a mile away," said my wife.

"That's incredible," I said to Tracey as I swallowed the last of the chips. "She must have been a dog in her last life."

"I try hide stuff up in the glass shelves but it does no good," said Tracey. "She'll walk in, smell my breath and scream 'Chocolate!' at me. And don't try to lie about it cause she'll burst your eardrum."

"Chocolate?" repeated Miss2. Suddenly she dove out of my arms and into Tracey's. My wife barely caught her. "Chocolate."

"No, I don't have any chocolate," Tracey told her.

"Chocolate!" demanded Miss2. "Chocolate!!"

"Oh, nice one," I said to Tracey over my shoulder as I returned to the lounge room. "You really should know better. Hope it ends well."

When I ducked back into the kitchen a few minutes later all was peaceful with Miss2 sitting in front of a bowl a the dining table.

"There was chocolate ice-cream in the freezer," said Tracey.

"Clever," I congratulated her. "That's why you're the mummy." All this praise earned me a withering look.

"Just don't let the other kids into the kitchen," she said.

"Why not?" Master7 and I both asked at the same time. He'd just appeared in the doorway behind me.

"Chocolate!" yelled Miss2 from the dining table.

"Alright! Chocolate!" Master7 said happily as Miss8 and Miss5 appeared behind him.

"Because there's none left," said Tracey as she tossed the car keys at me. "See you soon."

So I had to leave my cosy home and go for a drive. Mind you, the thought of chocolate ice-cream kept me from slipping into a deep depression. And the giant snake I ate on the way home.

I walked in the door with the tub of ice-cream and was greeted with a wall of cheers.

A wall of cheers and one little voice coming up from my knees.

"Lolly?" Miss2 said suspiciously, then stuck out her hand.

Not just any dog - in her past life she was a bloodhound.



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2 comments:

Serialstyler said...

Well done to Miss2. My husband loves lollies & thought your story was devastating. LOL

Bruce Devereaux said...

Tell him we won her over with more chocolate icecream, so ended well :)

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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.

 

His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).

 

Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.

 

His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

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