A Desire For Retribution

TB ran away again last night. Daft dog. No reason. Think it just wanted to stretch its little legs rather more than usual. Got lost of course and ended up howling at the top of the hill behind the vicarage. Nobody was pleased. Makes an enormous sound for a small geriatric beagle.

Myself is still trying to find the ideal way to Pay Him Back for flashing the camera and laughing at Me. Acer (on which I landed) is definitely squashed and His new lettuces are extremely limp and sat upon but that is Not Enough. When TB wakes up I shall go ask for suggestions.

NLF's tail begins to look normal. Not so stiff and sticky up and even wiggles a bit when the owner is stalking something. (Often TB's tail which now looks over-chewed and a bit mangy.)