Cat people have moved onto
the neglected allotment beside ours. Boy
have they got their work cut out – blackberry, stinging nettles, overhanging
hawthorn, tall docks, long grass, fire ants, wasps nests, and rats. I would have called them mad, but they are
cat people (I can tell straight away), so I helped them out by supervising for
most of Sunday afternoon. It was much
more interesting than what F was doing.
On the other side of us Mr
Leeks has swapped his huge plot with Lee who has the small plot........and the
dog. So that loony dog has moved to
right beside us. It seems harmless
enough, more interested in chasing around after a bag of something that gets thrown
about by Lee than in chasing cats; but one can never be too careful. It might be a master of subterfuge. I don’t think dogs generally are masters of
subterfuge, they are more blunt-instrument sort of animals, blundering about
chasing things that humans throw, but like I say one can never be too
careful. The dog doesn’t supervise, or
inspect, or go ratting, or even dig. It
just pants a lot, chases things that get thrown only to being them back and
have them thrown again. It can’t even
get the message that the human is trying to throw that thing away, but it has
to keep bringing it back. Not the
brightest things, dogs.
Having said all that, after
my dog attack a few weeks ago, and my very sore back, I keep dogs at an even
greater respectful distance than previously.
It isn’t difficult, the dog charges about in the heat and sunshine, and
I go looking for secluded shady places.
That particular dog doesn’t even know how to lie down in the shade when
the temperature soars.
F has started cutting the hedge. I believe that means she has finally got all
her plants in the garden and is looking for things to do. That hedge is a job creation scheme all on
its own. Maybe having new neighbours on
both sides has inspired her to tidy up our own rough edges. She is going to have to shift the water butt
too because I reckon there is a rat nest dug into the space under the thing it
is standing on – now this is where a proper dog could be useful, but a squirrel
ran directly past Lee’s dog’s nose on Sunday and the dog didn’t even
react. So I suspect it doesn’t go much
on rats either. I shall nonchalantly be
sitting on the shed roof when I see F tackling that job; it could be
interesting to witness and I’d hate to miss interesting.
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