Of Dogs and Salt and Wounds.

They say dogs have a sixth sense. They say they know when you're upset or worried. They say dogs can just sense your pain, without you having to outwardly weep and wail. I have always believed this.
I have had a truly awful day - truly awful! You know, one of those where if anything could have gone wrong, it did. I finally made it home and slumped onto the settee to stare into space and ponder my lot in silence. Just as I did so, the dogs gathered round me at my feet. They looked knowingly up at me with wrinkled brows and faces full of consternation. They stared for what seemed like an age but then quietly took themselves off and went upstairs.
They think I am best left alone, I thought. They sympathise deeply and want to help but all they can do is make sure they don't get under my feet, don't clamour for attention and don't make a noise. Their sixth sense has kicked in, bless them.
Their apparent thoughtfulness eventually prompted me to get up and go to them, to say thank you, to say everything was all right, to stroke them, to pat them, to let them know they were special.
I found them in my bedroom...........................two had crapped on my bed, a third had chewed up one of my training shoes and the fourth had wet on the landing!!! Bastards!!!!!