frenchfancy
Regular Member
I took Biscuit on a lovely long walk this morning up to the post office to post cards to my brother and his family who have just moved to Hong Kong. He was a little star and I am so happy that we have him, he's so cute and mischievious.
When I came back my hubby had started a bonfire in the garden to burn some of the prunings, its was lovely with that woody smokey smell, it was like being kids again throwing bits on and keeping it stoked. Biscuit was running round like a lunatic and then found a dog chew he's lost the other day. He then spent the next hour burying it, digging it up, moving it, digging another hole, burrying it and on and on he went. It was so cute to watch, so long as he was digging under the bushes and trees and not in the middle of the lawn.
I came in after a couple of hours to do some knitting while hubby cleared away (don't like that bit of the job lol) Anyway a bit later DH shouted me into the garden to help him, he was clutching at his jeans with one hand and telling me to get his flies undone quick; I looked suitably shocked till he told me he had a mouse in his jeans. I nearly wet myself laughing, but when we got his jeans down, he had been holding the offending mouse that hard it had sadly breathed its last xxx poor ickle mousey![Frown :( :(](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
When I came back my hubby had started a bonfire in the garden to burn some of the prunings, its was lovely with that woody smokey smell, it was like being kids again throwing bits on and keeping it stoked. Biscuit was running round like a lunatic and then found a dog chew he's lost the other day. He then spent the next hour burying it, digging it up, moving it, digging another hole, burrying it and on and on he went. It was so cute to watch, so long as he was digging under the bushes and trees and not in the middle of the lawn.
I came in after a couple of hours to do some knitting while hubby cleared away (don't like that bit of the job lol) Anyway a bit later DH shouted me into the garden to help him, he was clutching at his jeans with one hand and telling me to get his flies undone quick; I looked suitably shocked till he told me he had a mouse in his jeans. I nearly wet myself laughing, but when we got his jeans down, he had been holding the offending mouse that hard it had sadly breathed its last xxx poor ickle mousey