Not for the squeamish

Stop me if you've heard this already...We had breakfast with a baker from Belfast this morning; he told us a wee story about a man whose brother you know well. Sv. This man, like his brother is a paramedic. In the middle of the night his wife woke him to say she heard someone downstairs, so he lay there getting his courage up to go down. After he'd gotten brave enough down the stairs he went. To be crafty he was crawling on all fours peering around, and the dog came up from behind and licked him. This was such a shock to that he jumped and shot through the glass doors. His paramedic colleagues had to come and rescue him; he was all cut up, having sneaked (snuck) downstairs in nothing but his birthday suit.
And on the home front here we can report that the resident teenage rebel came to ask if he could help dry dishes.