WHAT A PANIC!

I couldn't imagine what  on earth had happened to cause an outburst of panicky barking from the puppies a minute ago.
I had literally been out of sight for a minute, while I zapped some chicken breast in the microwave for their tea later. Suddenly there was the most horrendous din! It couldn't have been the postman - he's been already AND brought my Grazia, so I'm just waiting for the girls to go to sleep than I'm going to flick through it. It couldn't have  been Christina as I hadn't heard her high heels clicking up the drive - although she could have come in her spurious (I love that word. It means 'faux' you know!) Westie slippers, in which case I probably wouldn't have heard her, but in any case the barking was different from when the pups greet her, it was kind of anxious somehow. Of course, it didn't take as long to think these thoughts as it does to write them down, so I very rapidly left the chicken and rushed to see what the problem was.
I had propped a fairly heavy rubber doormat up against the fence in a place where I thought there might be a gap big enough for little puppy heads to fit through. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't dangerously heavy and wouldn't cause any damage to the puppies if it fell over - which is obviously what had happened. There it was flat on the ground with two angry little pups barking at it for all they're worth. I'm guessing they were having a bit of a chew on it when it fell and gave them the shock of their lives.
As you can imagine they are now keeping well away from that part of the patio, in fact they're both on the breakfast room step getting themselves psyched up, or probably down, for the afternoon nap.