Trouble, again.

"The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism."
Norman Vincent Peale

Look happy as a pig in wotsit don't I? Rolling in the grass after my walk is one of my favourite things. But today I am very lucky to be allowed on my walk. Here's what happened:

It was early and lately I have been going outside to 'help' Snotty with the chickens. I usually just sit outside and watch and enjoy the delicacy that is chicken poo. Today I came over all evil predatory vicious bird killer daft and broke into the chicken run! What fun I had! Dashing here, dashing there... Grabbing a chicken by the leg. Ran around a bit until Snotty could catch me. What a great game!

And oh that bird did make a noise! A racket! I wasn't going to eat it! Just wanted to play!

It was only when I was unceremoniously yanked away that I realised that I was in BIG trouble.

How's a puppy to know that chickens aren't a toy? aprecious says the fact that they are moving around and alive is a bit of a clue. How's a puppy to know that chickens aren't food? aprecious says the fact that they are not on a plate with all the trimmings is a clue.

I have written both of these clues down in my 'How to be a good Dog Book'

I have to go into the real world today which necessitates wearing proper clothes! Ha! Will be a bit ad hoc with comments as I'm watching a piece of theatre, and off to an award ceremony where one of our young people is in line for a volunteer of the year award. Fingers crossed