Day 108 - Clever Bird strikes again.

Minty Mutt started doing his puppy-bounce as soon as Baggy put her cardi. on this morning, so Furry Mama decided to try again with a walk. Clever Bird decided that it might be best to go on a short walk. Clever, Clever Bird. So she decided to take Minty out through the back garden to the orchards behind our house. A little twenty-minute loop. She did however decide to take the front door keys with her. That way if Minty wanted to go a little further we could come back through the village, down our lane and in the front door. Clever, Clever Bird. Off they set. Minty was absolutely fine. Very happy to be out. Very happy to be sniffing out the competition and re-marking his territory. Furry Mama let him sniff as much as he wanted. She did keep him on his flexi-lead though, just in case. Clever, Clever Bird.

Beautiful sunny day. Baggy enjoyed being out as much as Minty Mutt. He did want to go further. As he was barely limping Furry Mama let him. Off they set through the village. Clever, Clever Bird. Mint was beginning to limp a little. But not much more than he usually does as an after effect of his bad break when he was fifteen-months old. In fact he was hauling Furry Mama to new sniffs. Happy boy. Clever, Clever Bird. Baggy was in a little world of her own. Then Freda Fretter started wittering in her ear, "Urmm, I know Clever Bird brought the front door keys, but did she take the bolt off?". Ah. Um. Hmmmm. Oh.

"Course she did", thought Baggy, "she's a clever bird". "Really. Are you sure about that?" asked Freda. Well no, actually. Right, best cut through the village shops and go in the back way. Good plan. Except Mint had other ideas. He wanted to go the longer route. Furry Mama gave in. Freda moaned. As they toddled down the lane, Clever Bird visualised getting the keys; Minty Mutt distracting Furry Mama as Baggy tried to put her boots on. Hmmmmm. They walked to the front door. It was bolted. Not so clever, Clever Bird. They then had to walk further down the lane, up a muddy track and round to the back of the house. The twenty-minute short walk ended up being a thirty-minute, not-so-short walk. But Minty seemed to be absolutely fine. Yay.

When they got back Minty was feeling pleased with himself And thirsty. He broke the ice on a bowl in the garden (that the local newt bathes in) and had a drink. Then played with the water. Pawing it out with his bad leg. Clearly not too bad then. Creative Clara was a bit slow, but she caught the end of his play.......