On Owners Daughter and Blocked Drains

Yesterday we had a bit of a problem, (in the drain department as it happened). I was just getting down to exploring the full complexities of drain department problems and digging a small exploratory hole beside the offending drain, when it happened. Owners Daughter happened, that's what! The Owner, being "one of the old school" as he likes to term it, (to everyone else it is just that he likes real tea and not "those infernal tea bags") has a certain susceptibility to blocking in the kitchen drain department with the left-overs from the operation. I happened to notice that it was blocked early in the week. The fact that all the washing up water was building a sizable lake outside the boot room door (for which I hold absolutely no responsibility) was a bit of a give away. It had proved far too subtle for The Owner, or he had just preferred to ignore it in the hope that a troop of elves and goblins would have cleared a bin bag full of tea leaves over night. Either way, yesterday morning he was to be found grumbling his way towards the tool shed when I returned from morning patrol. Traditionally that is then followed by further grumbling when he discovers that Small Boy has had all The Owners tools out and abandoned them in strategic points around the garden and The Owner has no idea where. I decided to keep out of the way and went instead to explore the cause of the problem.




I was just getting in to the swing of the dig and all four paws were fully employed in removing the blockage when the air raid sirens in my head began to sound..... OWNERS DAUGHTER HAS LANDED!!!!! There was a lot of loud frowning going on as Owners Daughter remonstrated with The Owner about his general disheveled state, the quantity of unwashed pans balanced precariously on top of the heap of washing up in the sink, the fresh squirty bottle of hand soap that he hadn't undone the top of since she last visited two weeks ago (so clearly hadn't used it), the lack of flow (in the right direction) of the drains outside the kitchen, and the plight of the indigenous native South Americans in Peru! I have no idea why he was being chastised about the native South Americans but she was clearly warming to her task. There was more than the odd glance being cast in my direction as she reached her crescendo so I knew I was going to be next and I had still got all four legs covered in mud and didn't wish to draw too much attention to myself, so I did my very best hide, behind The Owner. Working on the principle that she would have to get past The Owner before she could get to me. I stayed there until the danger had passed and she had moved on to something else, which was quite a while but always better to be safe than sorry in these matters..