CHAMPION CUPCAKE DOES IT!
HIT AND RUN
TRAINED TO THE SHOVEL
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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Saturday, July 04, 2015
And he began to appear. He had not the courage of his wife. He hovered and dithered, terrified of the dogs, but determined on the food. And the penny dropped. Of course – his wife had sent him. “And don`t you dare come back without that nice dogfood! If you can`t get it, don`t bother to come back at all!” His life was now a misery…welcome to marrried life, son!
|"Us? Chase squirrels? Never!" - Plush and Belle relaxing in the sun|
I felt a lot less sympathetic when he began to dig out all my planters, presumably looking for the Huge Magic Worm in the bottom. I suppose he needs some illusion to keep him going.
The other wildlife specimen to watch has been a very fat squirrel. This one aroused a very great deal of interest among the Papillons. He has been frequently seen around the shrubs, on the ground, and a few chases have ensued. I thought nothing of it, except that it gave them a bit of exercise….
Until last night, when an uproar sent me running to get them in. And in they came, very excited and satisfied. There were signs of blood, and old Marcus came in last, chewing a paw. The paw was not his own....
I can`t think how they managed it. But I think Squirrelwatch is over, permanently.