Friday, 20 May 2011
SWMBO has been feeding the foxes and this has made her unpopular with the neighbours - not to mention me! Karen was happy to see them in our garden and took some pictures, which I am sharing with you now.
Now, the reason there are so many fox photos on a dog's blog, is because this cute looking fox is now forbidden to be fed or entertained in our garden. You see, last Friday, this fox or her pals, became murderers. They killed the neighbour's two lop-eared rabbits in front of their children, in their garden. SWMBO has been asked to stop all feeding of said foxes forthwith. Shame really, because it kept her amused and off the streets. They must be hungry now. They used to get my dinner when I left it and other scraps and some slices of dog meat. But no more. I am reclaiming my dogdom. Want one more snap? Oh all right then.
Suffice it to say, I was Kerry Packered when they'd all gone home. I slept all night through. My routine has changed somewhat of late. I am now aroused from my slumbers at the ungodly hour of 05:51 hrs. I am let out into the garden and I stand around wondering why I am there. Then 45 minutes later, I am taken in the car to Surbiton. I am marched up and down the street until I am empty - literally - and then put back in the car. SWMBO clears off for and hour and a half and then comes back to march me up and down the pavement again before returning home at 08:30 hrs. I then get a proper walk with Benson. I think she may have gotten herself a job. At first when she left the house that early, I used to bark and holler and keep my Dad awake until she returned home. I didn't do that when she was in full time employ but I thought I'd liven things up a bit around here. My Dad sleeps too much anyway. (They are her words not mine dad.) And funnily enough I don't mind being in the back of the car. I settle down nicely. I had to do a pooh in there one day, which wasn't very good but I couldn't help it. And yesterday I did one in the bedroom before we left for work. I don't know what's happening to me. I wouldn't dream of doing this when I was young. I seem to have lost my confidence walking down the stairs too. I need help, otherwise I go too fast and fall at the bottom. I seem to be getting extra cuddles which is nice. And the food's improved recently. Should I be worried?
So! Say goodbye to the fox!
Saturday, 7 May 2011
My mum has a tendency to feed every wild creaure or bird that comes into our garden. She had just put out the seeds and bread for the birds when Benji arrived. His owner, Aunty Anna warned SWMBO that he chases birds but my mum didn't take her seriously, Benji not being a young pooch. Well, look at the photo dear reader. He looks quite pleased with himself don't you think? None of us heard anything and there was no corpse either. I can only imagine there's a hairless pigeon flying round these parts.
I was kind of impressed in a macabre sort of way, since I have never caught a pigeon. I killed a rabbit once but we never talk about that. SWMBO refuses to believe I could be capable of such a massacre. (But I am - or rather, used to be.) I almost catch the foxes that beseige our garden on a daily basis. They think I'm old but I still chase them away. One, a vixen has the audacity to chase ME down my own garden when she thinks I'm not looking. She actually snapped at my back legs. The result of this, is that I now have a garden escort in the evening, to level the playing field so to speak. I don't need the back up but I let them think I do.