Just a normal evening

Imagine a rottweiler. What do you picture?

Perhaps you see a loyal family dog, sitting calmly amongst young children. What about a big snarling dog, straight out of the The Omen? Maybe you see a dog with its teeth bared, and a demonic gaze?

Shrink that mental picture down to a ten month old puppy. Remove the hair from her bum and hips. Put a tattered lightshade round her head (she's worked out how to turn it around and chew the clips that hold it on). Stick a lime green pull toy in her mouth. Picture the look of insanity that lights her eyes.

Now imagine tug of war with the pictured rottweiler. Put yourself in a swivel chair on hardwood floors, take hold of her green dribble covered toy and imagine the chaos that ensues.

And that is how I spent my Monday evening.