A few days ago, at just after 6 in the morning, my phone rang. It turned out to be my Mother in Law telling me that their alsation dog had died through the night and would I bury him, just what I wanted to do first thing in the morning. Anyway I got dressed and went round, found my gloves, the hole was dug and I approached the dog box to retrieve the body. A leg was sticking out of the side of the box, and I thought "Great, the dog is going to be as stiff as a board and I'll struggle to get him out the bloody box". I bent down and stuck my head in the box to assess the situation, when the bloody dog sat up and looked me straight in the eye! Lucky he did for another few minutes would have seen him buried alive. My Mother in Law exclaimed that she had checked him twice and he wasn't moving, God help my Father in Law if he falls asleep at the wrong time, we'll be digging a bigger hole.

Anyway, it turned out to be a temporary reprieve, I buried the dog for real two days later.

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