I'll be the first to admit that I'm a human with many failings, especially more so, where Happy is concerned.
For one, Happy doesn't approve of any incoming phones calls. *Since when she makes the house rules?*
She goes to great lengths to show her displeasure at the sound of phone rings. *No matter how often I try to disguise it by changing the ringing tones.*
Answering early morning phone calls is unacceptable. *Be prepared for a tempest to hit after that.*
Just before 8am this morning, my phone rang. *oh oh* Made a dash to answer it, hoping Happy didn't hear as she was busy barking at her friends walking past outside. Tough luck. She heard.
I had to walk away a little as I couldn't hear clearly between her barks and the incoherent crying sound of a boy on the line. It was a relief when a lady took over and said 'my son' had tummy ache and I need to take him home. It was a wrong number.
I quickly went back to the hall. Too late. There was a puddle on the rug. Hurricane Happy strikes again.
P/s: Wonder if any of my calls made to the wrong people causes any puddles on their rugs...