Daisy finds gold
November 12th 2008 22:50
In a major upheaval in the lives of our greyhounds, we have a new sofa.
We have two sofas - and anyone with two greyhounds will understand the need for this excess. One of them, due to the wear and tear of time and the tossing of sleeping dogs, was in need of replacement.
So when my wife's boss announced a refurbishment of her office and, with it, disposal of a near-new sofa therein, we grabbed it.
Upon delivery, the dogs checked it for comfort and for cushion destructibility, pronouncing themselves satisfied with the former but a little disappointed with the second. They retired to a corner to refine their cushion destruction techniques.
The following morning we found one of the sofa cushions on the living room floor. The cushion was unharmed; this was simply a sign of complete acceptance of the new sleeping space.
It was in replacing the cushion that a remarkable discovery was made. There, hidden in the bowels of the sofa, was a gold bracelet.
My wife's boss is - well, let's say there is no doubt that some serious gold jewellery has passed through her office. And there was no doubt that this was serious jewellery made from serious and copious gold.
My wife put it in her pocket.
At work that day she asked the boss, "Do you know anyone who has lost a bracelet?"
"No," said the boss, "at least, not for a long time. I lost one a year or two ago. It was a great favourite. I bought in it New York. Expensive too. I ... "
The boss let out an odd sound - something between and squeak and a wail - as the lost bracelet was extracted from my wife's pocket. To the boss, it is worth far more than the sofa. But not to Daisy.
We have two sofas - and anyone with two greyhounds will understand the need for this excess. One of them, due to the wear and tear of time and the tossing of sleeping dogs, was in need of replacement.
So when my wife's boss announced a refurbishment of her office and, with it, disposal of a near-new sofa therein, we grabbed it.
Upon delivery, the dogs checked it for comfort and for cushion destructibility, pronouncing themselves satisfied with the former but a little disappointed with the second. They retired to a corner to refine their cushion destruction techniques.
The following morning we found one of the sofa cushions on the living room floor. The cushion was unharmed; this was simply a sign of complete acceptance of the new sleeping space.
It was in replacing the cushion that a remarkable discovery was made. There, hidden in the bowels of the sofa, was a gold bracelet.
My wife's boss is - well, let's say there is no doubt that some serious gold jewellery has passed through her office. And there was no doubt that this was serious jewellery made from serious and copious gold.
My wife put it in her pocket.
At work that day she asked the boss, "Do you know anyone who has lost a bracelet?"
"No," said the boss, "at least, not for a long time. I lost one a year or two ago. It was a great favourite. I bought in it New York. Expensive too. I ... "
The boss let out an odd sound - something between and squeak and a wail - as the lost bracelet was extracted from my wife's pocket. To the boss, it is worth far more than the sofa. But not to Daisy.
Daisy and her new sofa
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