Jul 22, 2004 04:41
It's 4:30, the sky is lightening, so I let the doggies out. Max headed down to the bottom of the garden. Much growling, whining and general interest later, with Princess watching from the path, I went to investigate. He had found a hedgehog, not a fox as I originally thought from the noise.
Poor little hodgepig had probably been out looking for its dinner when it was set upon by Large Dog. It was pretty well rolled, and a bloody enormous bastard for a hog. I called the doggies in, and then realised I have no idea where Dad keeps the damned torch these days - must ask - so I found a pair of gloves and moved the poor bugger off the decking and into a flower patch. Heavy bastard. He must've had a good summer so far.
I've since checked Max over for any holes, and I don't think he got poked or anything. Princess went to have a sniff, but tends to be a lot more cautious of the unknown than Max, who has 7 years of hedgehog bothering under his collar. The last time he got into a discussion with a squirrel he got his ear chomped, although he does have a pretty good track record in catching bunnies without harming them. He carries them back to whoever is walking him, drops 'em and gives a look that says "Now what?"
I love my doggies. My doggies are fun.