Chomp

TB goes from strength to strength - or rather, mess to mess and hole to hole. He Chews. Anything that comes to hand.

Sitting in my garden yesterday afternoon listening to the various interesting sounds emanating from the other side of the fence when I suddenly became aware of something moving in a tiny hole at the bottom behind the bushes. When I went to investigate it proved to be a pinkish snout with yellowish teeth. Chomping merrily on my fence. Half an hour later the head was through and then a grubby paw, scratching at the earth. And a leg. And a big happy smile.

And then the Neighbours returned. TB is banished to the house and He is putting another plank in the fence.