Lost painkiller caused a very hairy situation

The current situation means I’ve been able to make good progress decorating my house.

Shifting and lifting furniture when you’ve only got a dog to assist is tricky. Consequently, I’ve acquired several muscle twinges and a cricked neck.

After a productive morning’s labour I was looking forward to sitting down and tucking into a homemade chocolate flapjack. I went into the kitchen, placed a flapjack on a plate along with two ibuprofen to help ease my aches and pains. 

However, by the time I’d reached the living room, which is just a few paces away, there was only one tablet on the plate. 

This was worrying. Somewhere between the kitchen and the sofa the pill had vanished.

Fortunately, Flossie was having her afternoon nap on my bed upstairs, but I was concerned that with her expert nose, she might find it and eat it. I don’t know if ibuprofen is harmful to dogs, but I certainly didn’t want to risk finding out. 

I slowly retraced my steps to the kitchen and back again, my eyes glued to the ground, but there was no little white pill to be found. 

I crawled around the floor, looking under the sofa and chair but there was no sign of it. Noticing the floor was rather hairy I thought the vacuum cleaner might be helpful. I vigorously hoovered the rug in case the pesky tablet was nestling there. It wasn’t.

Flossie appeared, no doubt wondering why I was disturbing her siesta. She settled herself onto the sofa and I crossed my fingers that she wouldn’t find the tablet. I continued my search.

After spending an inordinate amount of time getting acquainted with my floor, I gave up. I was puzzled though and mildly perturbed that I must have missed it and that Flossie might discover it. 

I sat down, finally lifting up my tasty snack to take a well-deserved bite. 

And there was the ibuprofen, stuck to the bottom of the flapjack.