Thursday 3 February 2011

Mr Fox

Something's been digging under our fence. It smells like Mr Fox to me. For once my poo might have come in useful. The she boss put all she could find from the garden in the hole along with all the ashes from the cosy fire. She's trying to get me to do my poos there from now on but I don't think she understands just how hard that is. I'm still working on getting the hang of the dog loo. Maybe I'm just getting too old to learn new tricks. I'll be 11 soon!! I need to start thinking what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.

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