Horses hit

F took me riding in the van twice this week.

Exciting.

Not exciting.

That's a yawn... (and that isn't a bullet hole. Let's call it Birds Hit)

I did get myself told off when we stopped at some roadworks traffic controls.  I barked at 4 women in the paddock over the fence. When F told me to stop I carried on muttering under my breath until we drove on.  They were chasing a little white ball around a big green paddock waving sticks at it.

F called them 'golfers'.

Later we stopped in the middle of nowhere because F liked the look of this barn.... also boring

It's Saturday here but might still be Friday on the eastern side of the date line so we will post some pictures of nature and join the LLB gang celebrating Nature Friday.

Speaking of boring - I have supervised the spreading of 3 trailer loads of horses hit on half of the old doink ball pitch. F grows vegetables there now.  Honestly could a dog's life get any more tedious than watching vegetables grow where we used to play football?

Yours

Scully

Note from F: Scully got to walk the community trap line with us yesterday (1 rat), and today.  And this morning got treats for pointing out that the trap in our rhubarb patch had captured another rodent. It's not all k9 hardship around here. (And she conveniently forgot to mention she disgraced herself during a visit to the garden centre - fortunately right beside the 'Doggy Clean-up Kit'. The fact a kit existed suggests she's not been the only one.)