JONTY SPINS.

Every so often, my keyboard would be appropriated by one or other of the household pets.  In this instance, it was Mr Jack, the greyhound.

The missus has asked me to put paw to keyboard and relate to you the latest amusing incident from the life of that young blade, Jonty. She would do it herself - only she's still rolling around on the floor, helpless with laughter and isn't very sure when she will be coherent again.

She had just returned home from collecting the boy from that school place (shame we can't send Jonty there) and had opened up the Big Chair Room again. We're not allowed in there when the people are out, because otherwise young Stupidhead-The-Woolly-Eared-One trashes the place and destroys everything. It's not so bad, as we get to use the Big Bed Room instead, where Jonty amuses himself by flinging the teddies around the room and chewing off their noses.  ~rolls eyes~  Anyway - I digress.  Before she went out, the missus threw a new box of tissues onto the back of the Long Big Chair so that it wouldn't get eaten by the Devil-In-A-Dogsuit while her back was turned.

In later life and innocence personified.

As soon as the door is opened we all pile into the Big Chair Room and Stupidhead does his normal thing (he's SO lacking in decorum) of throwing himself upside down onto the Long Big Chair, in one (he thinks) smooth movement (imagine a hairy fish landing in the bottom of a boat and you've got it). He likes to do this, as he thinks it looks as though he's been there for hours and in the hope that nobody will chuck him off, you see.

The tissue box was jolted by the Great Hairy Twit landing like a ton of dog biscuit on the Long Big Chair and started to slide downwards. Mum and I noticed this, Jonty didn't.

The next thing Jonty knew (and it only took a split second) was the tissue box landing on his upside down head.

What happened next has proven to me that cartoon animators do, actually, work from life instead of imagination.

In a matter of seconds, Jonty had managed to spin (I swear this is true - trust me, I'm a greyhound, would I lie to you?) three complete circles, whilst juggling the tissue box. He was a blur of ears, paws and tail, and achieved keeping the tissue box spinning in midair throughout. After the third revolution, he managed to leap clear of the nasty, violent tissue box and onto the floor.  Our only wonder is that he didn't wet himself in the process (because you know, he's very likely to!). It’s just as well he didn't, or the whole room would have copped it as he was spinning like a catherine wheel.

I can't remember the last time I saw something quite SO funny. Mum was hysterical and I was grinning for ages. Ooooh, he might be a pain sometimes, but I tell you what - he's definitely good for a laugh!