Cautionary words about the lurcherini on the allotment: guard your turnip tops. Jake was recently caught chowing down on these as though they were the finest beef bone. He usually gives the greens a miss. NB He wasn't scoffing the actual turnip, which he considerately left for us - or perhaps he thought it was a ball and could be brought to us later for recreation?
What followed was predictable ... desperate whining at the bedside at 3am ... emergency dash to back garden... here we will draw a veil...
What followed was predictable ... desperate whining at the bedside at 3am ... emergency dash to back garden... here we will draw a veil...
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