|Clearly a Scottish dog (Google)|
"Oh, they will love it!" (They? The lady in question lives alone)
"Who are 'they'?" I enquired.
"Well, her dogs, of course".
I was momentarily gobsmacked, not to say insulted.
"It's not for the dogs ", I said, quite crossly. She, of course, apologised profusely when the full extent of my effort was spread out.
In mitigation of her unwitting offence, I remembered the important place my friend's own dog occupies in her house. In her defence, it is actually her husband who is besotted with him: I counted at least 15 balls scattered around their yard the last time I visited. He is a labrador rescue dog, quite adorable but very spoilt. The husband in question even writes a blog about the dog's life with the dog as the narrator. I understand there is an enthusiastic following for this blog. So it wasn't very surprising after all, that my friend assumed my gift was for the lady's dogs. QED. I therefore can forgive her.