But today, 17 March, my sweet little spaniel/terrier cross was nowhere to be seen. ’ smiled my mum Julie, 51, giving me my card and present. ‘They’re the gloves from my van,’ my dad Michael, 54, told Mum.He noticed that 2-year-old Ruby had become sedate – a far cry from her normal, energetic self. Dad thought she must’ve eaten some of his gloves while she was in the back of his van the day before, so he took her to get checked. The next morning she was put under general anaesthetic while the vets performed an exploratory laparotomy, opening her stomach from top to bottom.As an extra test, I tidy up a load of leaves with my hands, which is very easy in these gloves.
‘We removed 16 rubber gloves from her stomach,’ said the vet.Alternatively, Amy is making a style statement - though with a rip in her miniskirt, it seems more likely that she left the house in an enormous hurry.The beehive at least was in perfect condition and Amy used the mirror on the car to make sure her headscarf was on straight.The inside is so soft it feels like you’re wearing cashmere (to clean the house — how posh! They look elegant and are comfy, too, while my dexterity with them on is excellent.After washing up, the plates are sparkling and my hands are so soft it’s as if I had a housekeeper do the work for me.
As well as being very expensive, these are thick, heavy and an ominous dark, shiny grey.