Spaniel Fury

Sister In Law and her husband have just turned up unannounced to see the baby. She lives 90 minutes away and is pregnant herself so it's been her first chance to come back home.

It's always the way isn't it, when you are topless because you are feeding your baby and happen to walk past the window and see your SIL in the front garden? You have seconds to hide your modesty and try to tidy the living room.

She brought her Spaniel puppy with her. It's the equivalent of Angelica from The Rugrats. It's a spoiled little brat. In the hour it was here, it has recovered my laminate floor with a coating of black hair, left muddy footprints on the moses basket, bouncer chair, sofa and window ledge. It's upset the cats, charged around the house (including upstairs where I have not had chance to assess the damage) frightened the kids, stolen breast pads, stolen bread from the kitchen work top and brought in used sanitary towels from the bathroom bin. I was so relieved to intercept that and pick the towel from it's mouth before it brought it's find, proudly into the living room for SIL to see.

The icing on the cake was after her licking the baby's ear and hand, it jumped sideways into a mop that had been used to clear up it's spilled drinking water. The mop handle came smashing down into the baby's face. She now has a bruise on her forehead.

I really wanted to kick that dog sharpishly across the room.