Monday, February 26, 2007
Scunging? In Your State of Health?
You'd think that a bitcher that had been at death's door on a Friday night would want to be taking it easy, wouldn't you?
You'd think that a dog that sat on the vet's examination table on a Saturday morning listening to talk of, whisper it - amputation - would want to be minding herself, wouldn't you?
You'd think that a silly fool of a dog with a big pink bandage on her leg wouldn't want to be off through the fields scunging, wouldn't you?
You'd be wrong.
Luckily Bert caught her and Paddy before they'd gone too far.
And the concrete is setting on the gate posts as we speak.