Dog on a Cold Tin Roof

Do you sometimes get those evenings when things don’t quite pan out as you expected?

When you are sitting watching something on Netflix, kittens and knitting on lap (not a good combination but what can you do?), waiting for your husband to arrive home from the airport after working away and anticipating nothing more than a quick catch up on the week’s news and gossip and a rummage through his cabin bag to see how many tea bags and free range pork sausages he’s managed to bring home this time and definitely not anticipating any sort of drama.



black doggot added to



Metal Roof

and all of a sudden you have



Partly my fault, of course, as earlier in the evening Taz the elder Tialys dog was pushing and scraping at the door to be let out just as I had settled down for the aforementioned session of T.V., kitten petting and knitting.  So, being quite old and not quite as in control of his bladder as he once was and, safe in the knowledge we have worked very hard over the years to make our very large garden dog proof,  I put him outside and then promptly forgot about him.  After about an hour and a half Mr. T. arrived home from the airport fully suited up from his week in the office and was confused when he was greeted by two dogs instead of three.  Only then did I remember that Taz was still outside in the freezing cold.  Being 11 o’clock at night by this time we had to shine a torch around the garden and, eventually, picked up two glinting green eyes but, unfortunately, these points of light happened to be on our neighbour’s roof.  There was the dog, trying to keep his foothold pawhold on an icy metal roof – we could hear his claws scrabbling to keep a grip.

He must have got bored (and cold) and managed to get up on the conservatory roof by jumping up on the wall alongside of it, across the roof of our house and onto our neighbour’s newly renovated (hideous) red metal roof which, of course, being smooth and icy, once trodden on and descended (probably by sliding down) couldn’t be climbed back up again.  (see below for sophisticated plan of dog’s progress)

French House

Mr. T quickly went inside to change into more suitable clothing, I ran next door to the neighbour and Mlle. Tialys was dragged from her computer game to ring the Pompiers (firemen).

In the end, Mr. T and the neighbour – with whom we were not actually on speaking terms by the way (but that’s another story) got up on the roof next to the slippy metal one and managed to throw a tarpaulin across it and encouraged the dog up to the ridge where I then guided him with the torch back over to the conservatory roof where he could jump down to earth again.

Then the Pompiers turned up!

They were left only with the job of shining very bright torches on the roof to guide Mr. T and the neighbour down safely and to have a good laugh.  I suppose it made a change to get a call asking for help to get a dog down from a roof rather than that old chestnut – a cat stuck up a tree.  They will probably be round very promptly this year for their Christmas box!!

dogonroof (3)

This is the silly old twonk who caused all the drama and, as I explained to the Pompiers, he has enough trouble getting up on to the sofa these days so what possessed him to go roof climbing I can’t imagine.

Still, the evening ended well, nobody was hurt, the ice was broken with the neighbour so we are ‘sort of’ talking again and there were three packs of Waitrose’s finest pork sausages in the cabin bag.



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  1. #1 by wendyfromthewest on February 21, 2016 - 13:51

    I love the word twonk! What a story! Silly old pups, thanks for making me smile 😊

    • #2 by tialys on February 21, 2016 - 14:32

      You are very welcome. I love the word too – it’s the sort of word that manages to convey both exasperation and affection isn’t it? I’ve no idea where it comes from. It doesn’t sound like a London word (which is where I originate from) but somebody might enlighten me – unless I made it up.

  2. #3 by katechiconi on February 21, 2016 - 13:59

    That was so funny I had to read it over the phone to the Husband while he was coming home in the truck, accompanied by much cackling. It reminds me of a joke calendar we gave his BIL a couple of years ago. It was filled with photos of Goats in Trees. No, I don’t know why either, but it made an excellent and un-topable Christmas present. Perhaps you should start a collection of photos of La Ménagerie Tialys in unlikely poses. Shame you missed Dog on Roof…

    • #4 by tialys on February 21, 2016 - 14:30

      I am ashamed to admit that it did occur to me to go in and get my camera but I was too worried about the dog – oh and the two men on the roof – falling and breaking their necks whilst I was taking photos. Also, and probably more to the point, it was too dark.

      • #5 by katechiconi on February 21, 2016 - 22:26

        Nothing shameful about that, it must have been an astonishing sight! And at least you’re ‘on speakers’ again with Next Door…

  3. #6 by poshbirdy on February 21, 2016 - 15:58

    Oh dear! Glad he’s OK but what a fiasco for you! They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but this proves them wrong

    • #7 by tialys on February 21, 2016 - 16:24

      When he was young he actually pulled this off several times but he is a bit more wobbly now so I’m amazed he even tried it. However, it was the new metal roof next door and the ice that really did for him, otherwise he would probably have made it back without us ever realising he’d gone.

  4. #8 by on February 21, 2016 - 15:59

    What a homecoming for your poor husband. The pompiers really deserve those Christmas tips.

    PS I love that word, it sounds politely rude!

    • #9 by tialys on February 21, 2016 - 16:29

      Ah well, it was a bit of drama and it got him and the neighbour exchanging polite words again. Last time the pompiers came round to us it was because he had set fire to the brush up the hill in our garden and it was threatening to spread right across the hillside. We treated them generously at Christmas then too.

  5. #10 by Frivolous Monsters on February 21, 2016 - 16:28

    Dragged from her computer to ring the Pompiers sounds fun.

    The Pompiers sounds like some local travelling comedy act.

    Glad everything was OK in the end.

    • #11 by tialys on February 21, 2016 - 18:46

      Well, I should give them their full title really ‘sapeurs-pompiers’ which is a bit of a mouthful but makes them sound less like a travelling comedy act and more like some (now extinct) aristocrats from the Palace of Versailles. Anyway, bless ’em, the majority are volunteers and they do a grand job.

      • #12 by Frivolous Monsters on February 21, 2016 - 19:13

        The Pompiers is still amusing me. It does sound something warm and fuzzy like something out of Trumpton.

  6. #13 by sewchet on February 21, 2016 - 19:24

    Oh my goodness, I would have been frantic with worry but too embarrassed to call the Pompiers, I think! I like the way it broke the ice with the neighbours – there’s nothing worse than bad feeling between people, no matter who ‘started it’, so good luck on that front.

  7. #14 by Jan Marriott on February 21, 2016 - 22:08

    so glad about the pork sausages!!!

    • #15 by tialys on February 22, 2016 - 10:21

      Yes! I don’t like French sausages – they have too many unidentified hard and chewy bits in them and, anyway, finding anything made from ‘happy pigs’ is very difficult.

  8. #16 by sew2pro on February 21, 2016 - 23:58

    Poor Taz, trying out the adventures of his youth! He’s such a handsome dog. I hope he’s not too traumatized by his ordeal (nor for that matter you) but perhaps, being a dog, all is forgotten soon as the smell of sausages is wafting around the house.

    • #17 by tialys on February 22, 2016 - 10:23

      I think he might have the canine equivalent of senile dementia – though he’s only 10 and a mutt so not a very great age. He sometimes just stands for ages staring into space. I’ve been giving him a food supplement called ‘Akitivait’ to see if it would perk him up a bit. Maybe I ought to stop!

      • #18 by sew2pro on February 28, 2016 - 18:56

        My son stares into space for ages too. He calls it thinking!

        I hope it’s not dementia, for both!

      • #19 by tialys on February 29, 2016 - 10:39

        I do it sometimes – I call it ‘trying to remember why I marched purposefully into a room with a mission in mind only to stand there wondering what the mission was’.

  9. #20 by Fred the Needle on February 22, 2016 - 12:09

    I am glad to hear no animal was harmed in this tale! as it did make me smile! hope you enjoyed your sausages.

    • #21 by tialys on February 22, 2016 - 14:44

      We did – had them last night with lots of buttery mash, fried onions and gravy (and some broccoli for health reasons!!)

  10. #22 by Dartmoor Yarns on February 22, 2016 - 16:52

    Flippin’ dogs, never too old to get (you) into trouble. So pleased to hear things ended well. And maybe Taz has helped start a reconciliation with your neighbours.

    • #23 by tialys on February 27, 2016 - 09:56

      Yes, Mr. T and the neighbour were discussing septic tanks yesterday – as you do – so things are improving.

      • #24 by Dartmoor Yarns on February 27, 2016 - 16:45

        Good to hear that. We have a septic tank too 🙂

      • #25 by tialys on February 28, 2016 - 10:45

        We were promised mains drainage when we moved here 11 years ago and still haven’t got it. Now we’re having all the tanks inspected to ensure they fit in with new regulations which, of course, ours won’t but some of our neighbours don’t have anything at all and I shudder to think what happens there :/

      • #26 by Dartmoor Yarns on February 28, 2016 - 14:05

        That’s a pain. We’ve no promises, so accept we have one for life. Our next doo neighbour doesn’t have one either, but their house and garden have no issues.

  11. #27 by Thimberlina on February 22, 2016 - 18:41

    Brilliant! You couldn’t think that up if you tried! At least there was a happy ending and sausages! 😂😂😂

  12. #29 by nettyg on February 27, 2016 - 05:25

    I wish we had *pompiers* here instead of the plain old…..but just as hardworking and valuable…..Rural Fire Service. And I love your twonky dog…..found this – ” a derogatory term, thought to have originated in Victorian era, meaning a lower class foreigner, roughly equivalent to idiot.”

    • #30 by tialys on February 27, 2016 - 10:00

      Well done you! I Google everything but hadn’t thought to search for it. I’d better be careful if I use it about an actual person – though the chances of anybody else, let alone a French person, knowing what it means are miniscule so it’s quite a useful one.

  13. #31 by claire93 on February 27, 2016 - 18:27

    mad dogs and English women lol

    • #32 by tialys on February 28, 2016 - 10:43

      That about sums us up!

  14. #33 by Postcard from Gibraltar on February 28, 2016 - 01:54

    Oh my, what an evening you had! It certainly didn’t go to plan did it? Glad everyone got through it unscathed:-)

    • #34 by tialys on February 28, 2016 - 10:42

      Then the next morning I got the car wheel stuck on some rocks – I couldn’t move forward or backward – and made myself late for picking up a friend while I excavated myself. Then I drove up a one-way street in an unfamiliar town. Still – everybody got through it unscathed and I considered those were my three ‘bad’ things over with.

      • #35 by Postcard from Gibraltar on February 28, 2016 - 13:37

        Oh dear! Glad to hear you were all ok! Onwards & upwards, hope you’ve had a better time since!

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