Crows

Now the crows are on My List. This morning I was stalking a squirrel, slowly, slowly and suddenly I noticed a crow sneaking up on ME! As soon as I spotted it, it leaped into the air and swooped on me. Swooped!

Clearly the squirrels have cut a deal with the crows - maybe they've offered them extra space in trees to build nests or something. Whatever the bargain is between the two parties it spells more trouble for those of us engaged in the on-going struggle against the squirrel plans to take over London because now they have air superiority.

I have left a pee-mail for the Leggy Dalmatian and the ex-police dogs against a fence post just down the road. It's one ear-marked for urgent messages only so I hope to hear from them soon.

On a brighter note, the interviews for the post of My Assistant have been set for next Tuesday and there are many applicants. Mostly black and white border collies, both long and short-haired. I've said "thanks but no thanks" to all those who specialise in close-quarter tracking behaviours as I know only too well how easy it is to fall head over heels because there's a collie just behind you the whole time. Part of the interview process will include resisting running off with MY TOY. Anyone showing even the tiniest weakness for Tugger (new) will be shown the door. Also, My Assistant will have to agree to a name change as I wish to be assisted by a dog named Beau-Hannan in honour of Chicken Brown's faithful side-kick who was shot by an evil Turkey. Or was it a fox? I'll have to check...