Posts Tagged ‘fence’

I’m on Patrol

Sunday, February 22nd, 2009

I apologize for not writing in my blog yesterday, but mom and I were just feeling too bad. Mom still has her headache, but I’m not throwing up anymore; thank goodness.

When I went outside this morning, I did my usual patrol around the perimeter fence. When I got to where Katy is resting, I smelled a rat. Indeed, it was a real big and chubby rat; at least that’s what mom said. I smelled it before I saw it. I tried to creep upon it, but I guess I stepped on a leaf or something–usually I pretty good about sneaking upon things. I think it saw me at the same time I saw it.

It started running toward the front gate, and I was right behind it. It just barely escaped. I turned around and saw mom coming towards me, and so I started running up and down the front fence line–the one by the highway. When mom got to the gate, she stopped and started looking around to see if she could see what I had been chasing. Lo and behold, it was just sitting across the road looking back at us.

I barked my frustration, but mom said I did a good job; that I was a great guard dog. I was protecting Katy and the rest of my family that rests under and by the tree.

I bet that dirty rat doesn’t come back here anymore. But. if it does, I’ll be watching.

Guard Dog–That’s Me!

Friday, February 6th, 2009

As usual mom let all of us out this morning before dawn. I, as usual, ran the fence line to see if we had any unwanted guests during the night.

Mom was standing on the porch with her flashlight when she heard me and Hilde barking; Wooly is such a wuss. Wooly immediately ran back to where mom was standing, while we waited on mom to come to where we were. Wooly wouldn’t budge an inch. He stayed on the porch as mom came walking towards us.

When mom got to where we were, she shined her flashlight on the ground where we were standing and barking. She finally found the hole something dug under the fence. I should say tried to dig under the fence. Our fence has these little lines of wire that go into the dirt just so we can’t dig our way out (not that we would). But those little wires keep things out of our yard as well as keeping us in. Mom and dad went to a lot of trouble to keep us safe. I reckon that’s why I try and keep mom and dad safe.


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