Bored, Bored, Bored

There was precious little going on round here today. Some people were making something in the garden. I don't know what it is because I'm a dog, it involved a lot of sawing, banging and hammering and a few cups of tea changing hands. Up and down the path and in & out of their van they were all day long. So naturally I had to bark at them every time they went past, just so that they knew I was on their case like. There's not much gets past me you know. Stumpy the postman nearly shat himself the other day trying to get that book from Amazon through the letterbox. The kid with learning difficulties over the road DID shit himself the other day when he strayed a bit too close to the end of our drive. And as for the ginger ninja opposite, you don't want to know what he had to scrape out of his pants last week. My house, my rules. It's fifteen minutes to tea time. It better be sausages or there'll be ructions.