Several days ago I dug up a bone and took it in to mum as a birthday present, but she seemed upset at all the mud on it. You may remember a couple of years ago I brought her a dead possum, which dad threw away. This time dad threw the bone back out into the garden. Next morning mom found it again in the bedroom. Recognising my determination, dad washed all the mud off it and put it outside, and to show my appreciation I brought it back in next day.
Now I can't find it. Surely dad didn't throw it away, after all my hard work?
The M2 people have finished working under the viaducts of Chilworth Recreation Reserve, and built a really nice wooden bridge over the creek, and lined the sides of the creek with big boulders, great fun (for a dog) to climb over. I am now very happy to be able to go on long walks north and south of the M2 in this lovely park! I have met lots of nice dogs in the park, and several rather scary Bush Turkeys! Fortunately those strange looking birds seem to be more scared of me than I am of them!
This was what I did to the blinds in the front bedroom, three years ago. Master thinks I got caught in the blinds and panicked, but in fact I just found the thin sheets of pine tasty and crunchy. They had someone in measuring up for new blinds yesterday, I hope they go for the same type. I haven't really done anything to earn reproach recently, and maybe they think I am getting soft!