The Fosse Septique.

I have one such.  It is a Septic Tank.  And France, by the directives from Brussels do have to look into my Septic Tank.  Good one.  Not a real problem for me.  They did exactly that today.  They took the covers off.

And then my blind, demented and very old Pug fell into The Shit Tank because I wasn’t watching her.

I freaked and shrieked, very loudly.  And then I shrieked  some more.  Oh my God, oh my God.  My neighbour came round to help me because she heard me shrieking.

This poor little man  with his elbows in shit eventually managed to hoik her out before she actually drowned.  He won’t forget my house in a hurry.

Meanwhile, I was doubled over, and he told me to calm down.  He missed the point that I was nigh on hysterical with laughter by then.  Although I could quite easily have had a heart attack if I wasn’t as tough as I am.

Charlotte is okay.  Or I hope she is.  I doubt that she will remember.

All of Melrand now knows that my dog fell into the shit tank.  Such is life around here.

But I do have to say that this is the funniest thing that ever happened to me.



2 Responses to “The Fosse Septique.”

  1. thelastfurlong Says:

    Very funny – AFTER the fact! 😀

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    Yar, after the event. For about two minutes I was completely useless. That is possibly what worried me the most.
    Could I have hoiked her out myself? Probably. But I did lose the plot for a minute.

    The dear old dog has got to be put down sometime soon. I have just been staving it of. What happened today is actually irrelevant.
    And only funny.

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