Rushing Water

Today I will be keeping mostly out of the way! We had a bit of a thaw overnight and this morning, much of the snow has turned to slush or disappeared which made morning patrol an uncomfortable affair. But at least my water bowl seems to stay mainly liquid which is a bonus for me! So, morning patrol and all associated grumbling about the weather, the cold, the damp and the fact that they didn't have his normal Sunday paper this morning over and done with, he made himself a coffee and selected a particularly nice looking Bonio from my tin to give to me (I hope) and we went and sat down. Have I mentioned that I am particularly fond of the odd Bonio or two? Mid way through a heavenly Bonio chomp I heard an unusual noise, like rushing water, coming from the loft. Well it wasn't me as I have never been allowed up there, as dogs don't do step ladders. Well, this one doesn't anyway! Moments later, water wasn't the only thing to be rushing as The Owner ran outside and reappeared soon after carrying his step ladder. I thought "He is about to trap his fingers again and leak round his eyes." I was right! He did trap his fingers in the step ladder and run around with eyes leaking whilst holding his fingers! Sometimes I even surprise myself! Moments later after a quick trip into the loft The Owner reappeared, clearly having not found the source of the problem, (although I could clearly hear a lot of water rushing up there) he was running around the house, banging and shouting a lot. I couldn't help but wonder if all that water rushing out from under the boiler may perhaps have had anything to do with it, although I am no plumber. Clearly I was right as when he removed the covers the water sprayed the distance of at least twenty Bonio boxes laid end to end, after it had first soaked The Owner. I did once lay twenty Bonio boxes end to end and nobody seemed in the slightest bit surprised, but that has nothing to do with this story. The Owner rushed around with spanners and an air of authority, getting very wet until all the water from the tank, if it wasn't over the floor, was over The Owner! He is now sitting in a sodden heap in the middle of the lounge carpet with his cold mug of coffee and making MY square of carpet in front of the fire very wet indeed! I mean, where am I going to lay to toast myself???? Usually when such disasters befall The Owner it somehow transpires to be my fault and his mood looks very black indeed so I am not going to attract much attention to myself for a while.