The house was very quiet when we got home. The dog lay on her mat looking pregnant, which was medically impossible. We assumed she was striking a pose, offended at our absence, and I headed into the kitchen to get her food.
Strange. She didn’t follow me.
It was our son who spotted the banana skin on the floor. We wondered if the dog had raided the waste-bin in our absence. But no signs of trouble there.
Then my husband went to get an apple from the fruit bowl. “Where’s the fruit bowl gone?” he asked.
Not pregnant. Oh no.