Ok let me set the scene.......
its a wet muddy Sunday and we've been out for a long walk. Marleys' off playing in the garden and I've settled myself in front of the telly to watch the match........
My boys score early, we're beating Arsenal and I'm celebrating, Marley hearing all the nosie runs back into the kitchen and starts barking to come into the house. In my good mood I leg it out, grab a towel dry him off and let him in. As he runs down the hallway I suddenly realise I may not have dried him properly.....

so I yell for Marley and by then he's made it into the living room! As I go to grab him he spots an opportunity for a game and the chase begins! He hares all round the room, across the settees, all across the carpet and I'm shouting that I'm going to kill him....
By the time Chris hears the comotion and arrives downstairs i've gone past the point of wanting to kill him and am creased up laughing at the whole thing! Between us we manage to catch him and then we assess the scene left behind........


and the culprit....

just waiting for it to dry off and hopefully it'll brush out.