Tobacco

Rattly old van over 20 kilometres of potholed road vs staying at home by myself....

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Rattly old van it is then. We have done 5 loads of rotting haylage. Some bales smell of fermentation, some smell like pig manure, F said one smelled like tobacco (it wasn't really rotten) and the neighbour suggested smells like hops.

Mushrooms growing under the cover on one of the bales

I just lie around doing bored while F works out how to get the stuff from bale shape onto the trailer. Then I endure the ride home knowing that when we get back I can present my doink-ball and get two or three kicks per barrowload.

SHE is really excited about having also located a supply of free horse poo. 

Honestly, life has to have a bit more class than endless rotten hay and horse poo doesn't it?

When I have to stay at home on my own I annoy the neighbours by wailing inconsolably for hours.

This weekend my humans went away for rugby and I stayed 2 nights in the funny little old caravan that goes with the rattly van. I have my own blanket but quietly crawled inside the folded up feather sleeping bag that was stowed on the end of the bunk. F wants to know how I don't suffocate because I make sure my head is covered too.

We had lots of walks, and doink-ball, and cuddles, and I had to practice doing CALM when I would normally be barking my head off at vehicle movements, walkers, the neighbours, and those pesky sparrows that flock into the frying pans on the fence posts. They taunt me.

I was just enjoying a smakerel of mackerel for lunch when my humans came home. F made me go and show welcome. Welcome over I went back up the road just in case some more mackerel was lying around.

Yours

Scully

Ps from F - no more mackerel. She arrived back on Monday morning climbed onto my lap for cuddles after breakfast and promptly brought up a heap of mackerel smelling bile.  Nice!🫤