Deadfast: Shaggy Dogs & Buckets of Frogs, pt.1

As you may remember, we’d ended up having going on a relaxing cruise and I was worried something dramatic would happen.
Well… it didn’t.
It was a lovely cruise and we had a great time.
I guess the troubles really started when we got home…

“Walter!” Deadfast bellowed. “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s the doorbell,” I yawned, unfurling myself from where I had dozed off on the sofa. “I expect we have a visitor.”
”Who?” Deadfast demanded, puffing out his chest. “Who is it, man?”
“Shall I go and open the door?”
“Will that solve this mystery?”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Yes it will.”
”Then by all means, go ahead, dear boy!” Deadfast stretched, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his dressing gown undone and his nether regions swinging proud before him. “I need tea and this infernal racket is not helping me get any!”
I dragged myself to the door and opened it a crack.
I peered through and, to my befuddlement, saw a dog sitting on the doorstep.
“It’s a dog.”
”Walter!” Deadfast chastised. “That’s no way to talk about a lady!”
“No,” I sighed, leaning on the door. “There’s a dog on our doorstep.”
”Well,” Deadfast mumbled, his mouth full of stale Bourbon biscuit. “Let the hound in!”

I opened the door and the shaggy beast barrelled past.
“Are you ok?”
“I just need some air,” Deadfast said, gasping and falling to his knees. “Where’s the dog?”
“He ran off.”
”Right then,” Deadfast stood up, seemingly recovered from whatever was ailing him. “Pub?”
“It’s 9am!”
“Oh, right…” he paused for a moment. “And?”

To be continued…