Even Skye knows one into five doesn't go. Last night there were five dogs here. This morning there were still five. There was only one difference though. A fairly important one. Little Abby has got a new chew. But there's only one...
Mind you, it's not just a normal chew - this is the Rolls Royce of chews - not your average run of the mill Rolls Royce though. This was the most majestic ever seen. Little Pie was the first to realise - she misses nothing and had had one before she came to us and had told us all about it. A stags horn. Lucky little Abby we say and she's got it tucked away in her crate so we've got no chance of swiping it. I've got a plan though. I've got Daisy on the case - if anyone can sneak into the crate I'm sure it will be her...She's very determined and greedy too! A perfect combination for this job...
Apart from that we're all well. Very well. We had five out for our walk and five back in, which is always a victory with little Pie. She loves to go hunting and usually manages to find something to chase. But I think we're going to ask her out for a while to catch 'r' creatures which should calm her down. That's what she really likes and I know she's good at it, but rather her than me I say. They go out with a torch at night and rummage though the sheds...Oh no, no, no. We hear all about it when she gets back in but to be honest we'd rather not - too brave by half that little rascal.
Hopefully we'll have some news on the stags horn tomorrow. Terriers are pretty useful friends to have I think.
Take care
Pip xxx
Waiting for the call
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