Pix
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Not massively dog-related, but thought I'd post as not so long ago I shared the tale of 'Loki and the man outside the window'. It was a fascinating thriller involving a slightly pathetic attempt to break into a cellar, a numpty deciding that the flat roof level with my bedroom window was an awesome place to hang around after said pathetic attempt, an affronted GSD and a grumpy Pix declaring that 4am is an ungodly hour to be awoken. You can look it up and thank me later 
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So anyway, you'd think given our history of attempted break-ins here people would be careful wouldn't you? No. I seriously wonder sometimes how some people manage to make it down the street without signing their life savings away to 'Hlp Afrikin Kidz init' before their wallets and boots are stolen from their person.
The floor our flat is situated on shares it's square metres with a restaurant and accompanying commercial sized kitchen. The current caterers are leaving soon so today there have been all kinds of unsupervised strangers wandering around cleaning, removing equipment etc.
Interestingly, the restaurant and kitchen are the only points in the building where you can enter without triggering 100 freaking alarms.
So what do I find when I take Loki out for his last wizz of the night? The kitchen door wide open and all lights blazing. Odd, certainly, but not enough to induce utter rage. On entering the kitchen however, the pot-wash window is wide open. Really wide open. I could have skipped and danced through it.
Heart sinking I realise I'm going to have to check and lock down the rest of the restaurant. Lights are all off so I send Loki in first while I scramble for them (honestly, when you live in non-residential, slightly creepy buildings surrounded by nothingness the 'go look in there and make lots of noise if I should be running' command is a god send). So in he goes, lots of merry scuffling, no wild alarm barks.... and then a slightly *too* merry scuffling with a metallic hint....
....He's found the fire escape stairs and is waiting for me to take him for his wee.
He found the stairs because he was able to run through the fire door.
He was able to run through the fire door because it was wide open.
Not unlocked, not 'not quite on the catch', not a little ajar. WIDE FECKIN OPEN!
Why don't we just buy a big sign for the car park saying 'come hither, all ye blaggards, and thieve from this here buildin'. And If possible, do ye put the s**ts up Pix at the same time'.
Rage further compounded by the fact that I'm on my own here at the moment. I don't work here. Technically I'm subletting a room. It's not my responsibility to secure the building!
I feel better for typing that out
In order to make it more doggy.... Loki is sleeping on my bed tonight just in case (ferocious guardian is currently playing with his little puppy kong, I'm sure I'm well protected... 
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p).So anyway, you'd think given our history of attempted break-ins here people would be careful wouldn't you? No. I seriously wonder sometimes how some people manage to make it down the street without signing their life savings away to 'Hlp Afrikin Kidz init' before their wallets and boots are stolen from their person.
The floor our flat is situated on shares it's square metres with a restaurant and accompanying commercial sized kitchen. The current caterers are leaving soon so today there have been all kinds of unsupervised strangers wandering around cleaning, removing equipment etc.
Interestingly, the restaurant and kitchen are the only points in the building where you can enter without triggering 100 freaking alarms.
So what do I find when I take Loki out for his last wizz of the night? The kitchen door wide open and all lights blazing. Odd, certainly, but not enough to induce utter rage. On entering the kitchen however, the pot-wash window is wide open. Really wide open. I could have skipped and danced through it.
Heart sinking I realise I'm going to have to check and lock down the rest of the restaurant. Lights are all off so I send Loki in first while I scramble for them (honestly, when you live in non-residential, slightly creepy buildings surrounded by nothingness the 'go look in there and make lots of noise if I should be running' command is a god send). So in he goes, lots of merry scuffling, no wild alarm barks.... and then a slightly *too* merry scuffling with a metallic hint....
....He's found the fire escape stairs and is waiting for me to take him for his wee.
He found the stairs because he was able to run through the fire door.
He was able to run through the fire door because it was wide open.
Not unlocked, not 'not quite on the catch', not a little ajar. WIDE FECKIN OPEN!
Why don't we just buy a big sign for the car park saying 'come hither, all ye blaggards, and thieve from this here buildin'. And If possible, do ye put the s**ts up Pix at the same time'.
Rage further compounded by the fact that I'm on my own here at the moment. I don't work here. Technically I'm subletting a room. It's not my responsibility to secure the building!
I feel better for typing that out
In order to make it more doggy.... Loki is sleeping on my bed tonight just in case (ferocious guardian is currently playing with his little puppy kong, I'm sure I'm well protected... )
, you do realise these mutts just look the part, at the first sign of trouble they will be scrambling scoobey doo styleeeee, leaving us to face death alone
