I hear crashing about and cursing. Can’t a guy eat his breakfast in peace. Walking through to his bedroom, I find my dad. “Where is my ruddy tie? I’m going to be …” I stop listening, thinking for a moment. Making my way back to the living room I see his tie sticking out from between the sofa cushions. Next moment I’m nosing his leg. Dad looks down. “Good boy.” I let him take it as he rushes onwards. Next I hear “ ….. Socks” Same routine and another pat on my head. Then it’s his shoes. I watch as he, now fully suited and booted, grabs his mass of keys and rushes out of the house. I give a doggy sigh as I see his wallet on the floor. I move it gently and wait. After a moment the front door crashes open. “Where’s my wall ….” He starts, as I interrupt with a bark. Pointing to the wallet on the floor, I push it towards him. Grabbing it he pats me on the head, yet again. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” ‘Never make it to work at all, late or not!’ I think as I watch the door close one last time. Now I can finish my breakfast in peace.