Muggy

Oh, all day it's been so muggy! I've got this lovely great fur coat and it's just too much; I wish we were at the seaside! I'd be in like a shot.

Actually, I say that but I'm not too sure about the sea as it runs back at you when you're trying to only (ONLY) get your paws wet (which is a big concern when you know that you rolled in some decent fox doot and don't want to wash it off). Plus, it tastes odd.

I became unwell once from drinking too much sea water - a warning to all you dogs out there who're thinking about trying to drink the sea. Poorly tummy and a trip to the Scottish Vet.

Note: not all vets are Scottish

Despite my name on this blog, I'm not a big fan of thunder and tend to become distracted and nervy when it's in the air. The fact that I am still able to blog means that there is no break imminent in this muggy weather. If thunder were in the air, well, let's just say that I'd be sitting in the bath tub because it's safe in there...

Cricket

I've been listening to the cricket...Not so good, really.
You'd think I'd have something better to do with my time but today's been so hot that I just flaked in front of the radio and let the news wash over me. Must be tough on cricketers and I can see how they'd lose focus in the heat. I must talk to ST about going out earlier for our walk (it's his as much as mine, although I am in charge once we're in the park). I feel like I could target more squirrels if it weren't for feeling so sluggish in the warmth.
On the up side, I have a bonio buried in the garden and later on I'll dig it up and eat it in the evening's cool. Yes.

Good owners

FP did notice and my food is coming. Tops! Plus, I had some really good Kong Wubba-ing with ST last evening - they are Good Owners.
I have heard on the grapevine (although grapes are bad for dogs) that there will be a meeting soon of all neighbourhood dogs re the squirrels. There's a leggy Dalmatian organising the whole thing and I'm to keep up my surveillance activities and bring what I have to report to the meeting. It's good to know that we're all working together on this. The neighbours have apparently been driven from their home and I'd like to think we will have forced the squirrels out by the time they return.

Running low!

I hope FP's noticed that I have only 6 days food supply left in the cupboard

A few tips

Finally my contact showed up and I was able to come indoors and get some kip.

Some of you might need some tips for helping in the fight against squirrels living in roof spaces:

• Always know who's behind you by checking in a casual, non-obvious manner (see photo of me looking nonchalant)


• Fit listening devices in flowers (see photo of 'daisies')


• Try to look like you are not doing anything suspicious by just slightly closing your eyes (see photo of me in zen-like trance on a step - wasn't I just meant to be there doing that?)


• Work out where all the best hiding places are in your garden, then pee on them to make them yours (no photo)

Cheers.

Been standing here for ages

I'm whispering because right now I'm standing at the back fence waiting for a contact to meet me with info about the squirrels who're living in the roof space of a house down the road.
Obviously it's difficult for me to give too many details as the squirrels have their own intelligence network and were they to rumble my operation...Well, all I'm saying is that things could get serious.
What I can tell you is that my contact is not (NOT) a cat, although there has been a lot of cat activity in the neighbourhood recently. I believe the cats are as nervous about the squirrels as we dogs and there may be occasion in the not too distant future when we put aside our traditional differences for a time and work together in the common cause of ridding roof spaces of squirrels forever.
Forgive me; I often become prone to emotional outbursts when I've been standing at the back fence for hours (HOURS, I tell you). The night is cool and there are one or two interesting things happening fox-wise but I must remain focused.

Not a single nibble

They must have been hungry that lot because I got nothing off them, you know. Not even a tiny taste of crust. Pizza crust...like pizza crust.
But they did play KongWubba with me and I can't really hold the non-pizza-crust-giving against them when I did have some truly legendary KongWubba-ings.