However, last night I was forced to leave the premises! I was not amused. The regular biped and the stout biped fitted a new thing to my head, which was supposed to give them a bit of control when leading me - a device called a halter. It was very smart and I quite liked it. What I didn't like was walking. Although it was quite good fun to persist in walking behind the stout biped, rather than where she wanted, which was at her side. This paid off big time when the large bouncy creature at the house on the way made a loud noise, a sort of 'woof', and I was able to use this as an excuse to ram the SB as hard as I could and try and send her into the ditch. Sadly she recovered her composure with nothing more than a few loud words, and the hell of exercise continued. I did quite enjoy watching the fast sheds on the long black flat bit, which we could watch from quite high up. I had never seen such a sight before! Eventually the other two herd members and the bipeds went ahead of us (well, they just stopped stopping so we could catch up), and we turned round and went home. How utterly pointless was that?! Sheesh...
The regular biped made this picture; I think she looks very funny, as does the BHM!


Well Corbett, you seem to have found your feet ending up living here, to think one of the bipeds expressed worries you might be a bit much to handle!
ReplyDeleteI am glad to hear you have all the occupants where you live firmly under your tiny hoof, and look forward to hearing more of your adventures.
Just a work of warning, the biped you so successfully pushed into the ditch does have a bit of a temper when roused, I don't advise trying that trick again , just in case..
I'd stick to trying to look cute and hungry, that's more effective in the end..XX