The “leaking” Muse

Happy 2020 everybody, I know it feels like we entered the new decade ages ago but it was only 12 days ago and as you can see, we already managed to inspire a poem.

Good old nasty Clara, has not only been the object of my rants but also the muse of my dear friend, Darren Hobson (

After a short period when we all thought her incontinence was under control, in fact, here there was an outbreak. Nappies were not working and neither the vet’s magic potion . Then, after she wet our bed for three nights on a row, not even my marriage was working very well either. The travelling husband, who unfortunately was not traveling, had decided that I was responsible for all our dogs’ bad habits.

OK, I can admit there might be some truth in this urban myth that I’m too soft with our four legs but , still, I felt it was my duty deny his ridiculously allegations and even more to oppose his insulting idea to lock Clara in the cage, or cosy pen as some would call it, overnight.

Me stamping my feet was useless, but she, into the crate, was nonsense.

Clara never considered the training cage as her cosy pen, not even when she was a puppy, and exactly like when she was a puppy she barked and growled through all the night.

” She just needs to get used to it. and when she will realise even if she narks nobody will go to open her then, she will stop and give in”, the husband said on the second sleepless night.

The second night, things didn’t improve. Maybe Clara is a bit slow(and I doubt it), but the message that even if she barks nobody will let her out didn’t quite reach her conscience. Her barking, instead, reached everybody’s nerves in the house, included the travelling husband that was probably so regretting his nights in boring lonely five-star hotels. Of course he wouldn’t say a word and stick with the cosy pen/crate.

The third night of this Calvary I went to bed early, with the only intent to get some sleep before he locks her in the cage and would come to bed too followed by her barking. And I did; I managed to fall asleep but a sudden metallic noise woke me up.

“what are you doing?”

“I am dismantling the bloody cage. She is coming up and she better keep that nappy in place”

Well, hard not to, as he had tied a band around the nappy that makes it m possible to slip off.

Could he have not thought about that before?

Well a week later, the husband is happily back travelling, my bed is happily back to stay dry, and Clara is happily enjoying her 15 minutes of fame.



33 thoughts on “The “leaking” Muse

    1. She was the worst puppy ever but because I was working full time I had to use the crate but she always hated it, my other dog instead loved it. I didnโ€™t even have to close as he was going in to sleep and play, unfortunately by the time he was 6 months old he was already double the size of the crate๐Ÿคฃ

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    1. Ah Lisa , she is a strong will lady but some day it kills me to see how mentally lost she is but as long as she can still bossy Kurt around I suppose I shouldnโ€™t worry that much๐Ÿ˜‰

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      1. Oh, I hope everything will be ok. We will wait fir you.take care my friend and all the best fir your operation and recovery. Much love on your way๐Ÿ’—


    1. My dear so nice to find you back.I ve been so inconsistent with blogging lately but life keep getting in my way๐Ÿ™„happy 2020 to you too . I wish a great year full of everything that makes you happy๐Ÿ’—

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