Oh fucking hell
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I was sat on the sofa, minding my own business christmas shopping when I suddenly felt a cold draft on my legs. I look up, to see the patio door wide open, and the dog running in and out frantically. I can't see O.
Yes, O is outside, just made it to the grass dog shit area as I reach him.
Got him back in, cleaned the mud off him, and he just grins. Grins and grins and grins with squeals of delight at his escape artist abilities.
I have no idea how the door became open - DP swears it was locked. It can't have been locked? He also said O can't open it. Well, it was either him, or the dog.
I know who my money is on. Fucking hell.
I had a heart attack. We live on a main road too.
I'm going to be grey before he's 3, aren't I?