This is my ball and you are not having it! So there! OK, OK, you can have it, as long as you throw it for me. I love jumping over the flower borders and bringing it back to you. It is a bit tatty now and I am not sure you could score a goal with it but I do love ball games and so do the Miniatures. I never tire of returning it to their little feet so that they can give it a kick for me to fetch. There is a slight downturn to the activities pertaining to my mention of jumping over the flower borders. Although I can easily clear them with my gigantic leap it appears the kicking and throwing abilities of the Miniatures and indeed occasionally their parents fall far behind in the desired lift and direction. The Mrs becomes very agitated when this game is played and the cry ‘not in the flower beds’ is often heard lilting over the air from the kitchen window…. Oops, there goes another pelargonium!!
In between ball games there has been a lot of work on preparing for the imminent shooting and beating dates and I am benefitting from a clearing out of the freezers in readiness for this seasons booty. I always take an interest in the game stock in the freezer and look forward to any bits and bobs tossed my way that are not required for the Boss. Actually the Mrs is a bit ambivalent about the game stock sometimes and longs for prepacked neat meat from the supermarket so my ears always prick up when I hear the phrase ‘not again’, then I know that whatever the Boss has suggested for dinner will end up on my plate. It’s a dog’s life – food and ball games, but someone’s got to live it.