This afternoon the tall person found De’s sock in the garden. It had been on an incredible journey. In fact, like Captain Kirk it boldly went on a mission into the unknown – not into outer space but into inner space, my inner space! What a tour that must have been.
I must admit, it did not volunteer for this hazardous mission nor did it jump in my mouth and make me swallow it. I found it on the lower rung of the bathroom towel radiator and ran off with it before De could stop me. The tall person caught me and stuck his hand in my mouth but by that time the sock had begun its very interesting journey into the inner me.
The tall person told me off and said I should not swallow socks because they could get stuck inside me. Hmm, I hadn’t thought of that. He also told me that if it did not come out ‘naturally’ I would have to see the vet who might need to operate to get it out. I didn’t like the sound of that.
Needless to say I had quite a nervous night and woke up several times in a cold sweat – actually I was relieved to find I was lying in spilt water from my water bowl.
Anyway, I am pleased to report that the intrepid travelling sock ‘touched down’ safely this afternoon, much to my relief!
The moral of this story is that some things are meant to pass through you, such as food, ‘air’ and water but anything else is not a good idea.
Remember, socks are like Sirens from Greek mythology. They look inviting but can seriously mess you up.