who let them in?

‘Who let all these dogs in? Who let all these dogs in with their fur? Who let all these dogs in with their fur and scratching and shitting on the astro turf? Who let all these shitting, fucking dogs in?’

Her lounge was absolutely full of dogs.

They were all looking at her, intently. Some looked at her as though she had those strips of dried guts they like to snack on. Others looked like they wanted to rip her shoulder blades or thigh bits off. Still others looked like they blamed her for all that had gone wrong in the park. For the whole debacle. In any case, the whole front room was full of dogs.

She asked the other adults in the house who had let them in. She said, ‘who let all these dogs in?’ But they all just pressed their noses against the walls and started murmuring about receipts and changing platforms and humming Neneh Cherry.

She rang the council to ask them but they just sent her a new brown food bin and put her on hold for a few years.

As a last ditch attempt she asked her Mum. She asked her Mum why there were ‘46 fucking dogs in her front room?’. All needing things. Her Mum put the Archers on and went to the back fridge.

So she shut the lounge door. And then the barking began.