We had a visitor today, the in-laws' dog. Being careful, we made sure the cats were locked in the lounge AND the patio doors firmly shut (this is a clever dog, he can open doors!).
Just as I was about to open the garden gate to welcome the hound, I said to Mr Nora "Are the chickens in the run" and he said, they're in the playground. Uh oh!
WHOOSH! Puppy dog ran in, very excited to see the girls. The girls were horrified at the hound and the sendible ones went into their run. Rizzo, however, is either very dim or really clever. She flew up... up... up... and away over next door's 6ft fence! Next door were out so Mr Nora clambered over the fence (with the help of a handy step-ladder) and next thing I knew, Rizzo was poking her head over the top of the fence. She was quickly back in the playground and then she legged it into the run. Once in the run, there was a little bokking but then they felt safe and just ignored the hound. Who was fascinated by them... until he noticed the tomcat.
Tomcat sat in the kitchen at the patio doors hissing at the dog, who sat on the otherside on the patio wondering why his new friend wouldn't come out to play? I wonder...!!!
So an eventful day but none of us are any the worse for the hairy visitor :o)
