While the cat’s away…the dog created mayhem.
Some of it amusing – such as the inside snowstorm due to the beanbag spilling its guts, finally succumbing after relentless canine harassment. Funny only if you weren’t the one having to clean it up. You’ve seen the photo already.
Less charming was the fate of our poor fishies. The wire mesh cover that was more than adequate protection from a couple of petite schnoodles just isn’t up to the job when faced with a determined if brainless 20 kilo cockerpoo. The subsequent loss of life was only matched by the great kingfisher massacre of 2019. I rescued a traumatized Jackie from her mangled chicken wire prison yesterday morning and she’s been sulking in the shadowy depths ever since. The only other survivor I’ve spotted so far is Lightning McQueen. I’ve cobbled together a temporary fix, but the gardener has promised something more definitive this week.
This damned dog better grow up soon or she’s not going to have the opportunity. Is that a threat? Yes it is. Is puppyhood like childbirth, do you think – it’s always hard but somehow you forget in between times?
At least she’s looking tidier now, having had a clip by our house sitting daughter while we were away.
