Ha haaa … as soon as I wrote about the toughest winter and driest summer last week doesn’t Mother Nature turn the tables! How about those rain storms Thursday?
I have to tell you not only did we get a much needed reprieve in the landscape for moisture, but we also got a good nap in! Well, at least I did.
It was quite nice not having to keep my sniffer on for the sly ones, as I knew darn well they would be hunkered down in those mangy fox holes hiding from the storms just as I was trying to stay dry too. Okay, I apologize for not referring to Mr. and Mrs. Red Fox in the nicest of doggy manners – but please – I am a born and bred Cairn terrier and it is my almighty duty to keep those critters away from my master’s poultry and fowl!
Oh I can hear it now –“Treat others as you would like them to treat you!” but all right already, does the police man ignore the invader because he wants to be a nice guy? Well I need to guard the hen house and quite frankly the ladies love me for it! I for one have been born and bred to honor the oath of the great Cairn terriers and that is to honor and defend all poultry and fowl from all enemies fox or not to our death. So here and now I tip my hat and soul to the duties that lay before me on my great American Farm.
And with pleasure I serve …
More on that to come next week.
With Love and Honor,