A dog of a day

I’m going to write about something pointless and only mildly annoying, because i have more annoying things…um…annoying me, and i am trying not to think of them, lest my head explodes. Or something.

This is my back garden. (There isn’t much “garden” to our garden, true.)
On the other side of those hedges, there are sheep fields.

Macy is quite interested in sheep. The Hubs thought that maybe she’d get, erm, de-sensitized by seeing (hearing, smelling) all those sheep every day. *snort* in reality, she has become obsessed.

This is what she sees through the fence.
(ok. Shitty choice of pictures, but there ARE sheep in it. Squint.
Work with me here.)

THIS is Macy – just before she crawled through the chicken wire covering the fence on the other side of the hedge. The same fence that the Hubs and Boo did some male bonding just a few weeks ago, when we she discovered that she could get thru the fence.

And chase the sheep.

Which is, one: not good for building good relations with your neighbor; and, two: not good for Macy, as those of you who live in more rural areas here know – farmers have the right to shoot on sight if they you dog chasing their livestock! That wouldn’t make for a pleasant end to the day…

I needed to fix this now.

I gathered up the last of the chicken wire, my wire cutters, and a pair of the Hubs work gloves. Mine are no where to be seen since we moved, so I’m stuck with his. I pulled on my wellies, and stomped down the road.

With stinging nettles poking me in the backside, I worked on trying to affix the chicken wire to the existing fence. It wasn’t easy in gloves big enough to be worn by Mickey Mouse.

This is the very guilty face of my dog, after she crawled back thru the fence and a dragged her into the house. Needless to say, she had a bit of a time out in the laundry room. Unsurprisingly, she whined as much as the kidlings do.

Pitiful, isn’t she.

It looks like I’m going to have to break down and resubmit myself to the humiliation that is dog training (again). I mean, we weren’t officially asked to leave…but…

Anyhooo (whistles)

She needs more obedience training.


Do you think I can send my kids, too???

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Oh, one last thing….

This is what the Tesco man brought meeeeee. I think I needed one. 3pm wasn’t too early, right?


  1. It’s never too early for Stella. Just sayin.

  2. Wow, you had a hard day. You deserve room service for it. 🙂

  3. Sheila Reeves says

    Definitely not too early after that sort of day! Dogs can look so pitiful can’t they? Would one of those invisible dog fence thingies help? Sorry not terribly articulate! Will try and find a link

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