The most awkward dinner party scenario ever. There is no other way to describe it.
My colleague’s husband had just received a promotion. His new boss invited my friend and her husband for dinner. He asked them to bring their new Boxer puppy.
My friend panicked. Like all puppies, the Boxer was cute, rambunctious, and totally untrained. She could see this going badly at the home of her husband’s new boss, who had a young child of two. But the boss insisted they bring the dog. So they did.
The dinner was going fine. The adults hung out as the young child and the puppy played happily. The child and the dog eventually wandered upstairs as the adults lost track of them. Then the child screamed.
My friend thought the worst. She was sure the puppy had bitten the child. She raced upstairs, only to find the child and the puppy happily playing tug of war over a sock. Relieved, my colleague turned to go back downstairs. Then she tripped at the top of the stairs.
She describes it as going “ass over teakettle” down the stairs, hitting the landing with a thunderous crash, then rolling down the final stairs. She lay there, winded and embarrassed (but thankfully unhurt) in the dining room. The boss, her husband, and the other dinner party guests stared at her in horror.
As she lay there looking at the ceiling, my colleague heard the carefree “click-clicking” of the puppy claws coming down the stairs. The puppy’s face leaned over and looked happily down into her own face.
Then the puppy spit out a mouthful of tampons that he had taken from the bathroom cupboard.
My colleague and her husband have yet to be invited back to dinner.
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