Scully here - concrete day came and went. I railed at being consistently restrained and prevented from inspecting the developments.
Barbeque assaulted my nostrils around mid-morning and just as that was getting really interesting F got all enthusiastic about going for a WALK. What a dilemma!
When I got back it was to discover that the barbeque food had been consumed by the human gannets and the bones had been thrown in a big hole - inaccessible to me. *
I tried in vain for three days to work out how to spirit those bones out of that hole. I even barked vigorously at Scotty to get him to help. He just complained to F that I'd gone mad. Mad! I'll show him mad. And to think he used to be my friend when he worked with my huMUM.
That build-site has consumed more than it's share of buried bones one way or another. There should be more consideration for poor starving k9s.
Yours
Scully
*A hole dug to be the foundations of the verandah posts: to be filled with concrete at some future date.
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