awful absolutely devastating.
beautiful gentle as a rule dolly dog has been fascinated with the quail since their arrival a couple of days ago. earlier i had to pull her away from the run as she was being a bit aggressive to one through the wire, unlike her, shes good with the aviary the love birds and house budgie, the gerbils and guinea pig.
i was watching tv in bed nursing a sore throat last night when i decided to call down "any chance of a cup of tea?" as i peered over the bannister there she was on her bed with a white fluffy beard. omg as girlie daughter would say. i ran down hoping with all my heart she had raided the bin and found kitchen roll, tissues anything, but i knew, i just did.
poor poor beautiful hannah montanna, our white texas a & m hen lost to the deeply buried instincts of dolly dog.
immediately i ran out back to check the run closely followed by girlie daughter and goth daughter, there was a hole in the wire, no more were gone thankfully. the way my life is, i am always thankful for small mercies.
home from uni son appeared and in a very uncharacterisic moment saved the day by fixing the run very securely by torchlight. hes not an animal fan but he wouldnt see harm come to one.
this morning with the kitchen cleaned and dolly dog very subdued due to me not being able to so much as look at her, its hard to imagine the drama of the night before but believe me, its not a sight ill readilly forget.
dolly wants her mummy but mummy cant cuddle right now, maybe later.
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