Me: Hey, Mr Rustypants, there's something that's come in the post, and it's addressed to you. AND it's not from Gareth the vet - what's going on?
Mr Rustypants: Ah, yes. I meant to tell you about that dad.
Me: Tell me about what?
Mr Rp: Well, a journalist saw one of your posts to your group thing, and he rang up, wanting to interview you. But you were out, so I took the call instead. And umm, supplied a picture. Or two.
Me: You spoke to a journalist?
Mr Rp: Well, if I didn't he would just have kept hounding you. Hah! See what I did there? I crack me up. You're lucky to have a dog like me.
Me: Well, I suppose I'd better take a look, see what you've managed to get me into this time...
<tears open envelope>
Me: O. M. G.
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