Axel and the carer hadn't been gone long when the phone rang. Axel had run up to someone's front door, rung the bell and sat on the doorstep. When the man opened the door Axel shot under his legs and was currently sitting in the man's lounge. The carer had had no luck persuading Axel to move. The man was being patient but wary. Apparently he looked less thrilled when Axel trampolined on his sofa.
I felt like a bomb disposal operative trying to guess the red or the blue wire. Thankfully the old, 'Axel we are leaving in five, four, three, two, one and walking' with two fingers pinched to the back of his neck did the trick.
And on.
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