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There was this very young Sky TV salesman. She tried to tell him no but he persisted. She did explain that I live here, by this time I am grinning though the stair gate at Mum (squirming on the doorstep) and at the man and thinking this could be fun. (My predecessor had a successful mission on a gas sales lady who's laptop ran out of battery so she asked to plug it in. She was warned but he kindly sent her away with two!).
The man asked if he should take his shoes off and my eyes lit up but spoilsport Mum said no, so he sat down and I immediately laid on his feet, he asked the usual (does he bite?) and then the fussing commenced.
For a novice he was very good and I soon was draped over his feet completely relaxed working my charm and he seemed to have forgotten why he was there.
After a while Mum reminded him, and told him again that no she didn't want Sky even with a free box and the special rates and so on. He was still entranced with me so she picked me up and moved me, and showed him the door. She's a spoilsport I was having a lovely time.
I didn't get a chew of a laptop cable but he did leave with soggy trousers (I was in a licky mood) and wearing some of my fur.
She saw him go three doors down (he had a list of people), Pickles the Pug lives there and I'm sure she was going to thoroughly enjoy eau de Bruno!
