MRS. TURNBULL'S INDIAN ROPE TRICK
Well, I nearly shot my bolt this time. Not just a
pickle but real trouble. There I was quietly sitting in the warm sunshine in
the boatyard while he who rules the universe worked on his boat when I saw a
snake. All twisted round it was and just within tongue licking distance. It was
deliciously salty but it took some swallowing I can tell you. It was longer
than it looked. The following day I didn’t feel too good. I had to keep leaning
my head against the wall. They who rule the universe put me in the car and took
me to the vet where they said funny words like “obstruction” and “gut” and
“x-ray”. I woke up two days later with tubes sticking out all over me and a
terrible headache. They who rule the universe were there saying “Silly dog,
ropes aren’t for eating.” Rope! I was sure it was a snake. You must admit it is
an easy mistake to make. Now I have a zip fastener effect down the middle of my
belly and I will never wear a bikini again. Hey-ho there’s life in the old dog
yet. Love from Mrs. Turnbull.
