14th August 2017
I like my sleep, I may not get much, but what I get, I enjoy.
I am staying at Ryan and Louise’s to look after their two dogs, two cats, and to build the pavilion.
Dave (the girl) and Dexter (the boy) have completely different temperaments. Dave is really chilled, but Dexter has a bark that loosens fillings, he will head butt the front door trying to get to the postman. His mission in life is to search out food, any food. He has been known to grab stuff dangling from the cat’s mouth. His speed is outstanding.
He is a yapper, guaranteed to make you jump out of your skin. I have to make sure that he sticks to his special diet, otherwise the consequences are devastating.
I thought it would be fun, to look after (feed) the hordes for the week.
I settled down for peaceful night, but Dexter was yapping intermittently, but I thought he would settle down, some hope.
The yapping became barking, this unsettled Dave, so I got up, thinking they needed to go out.
Out they went, Dave was very quick, but Dexter just wandered about, not doing anything.
I waited for about ten minutes, but Dexter was just doing his thing.”Shake the biscuit barrel” was the instruction I was given in case there were problems getting him in to the house. I was shaking that biscuit barrel like a man processed. Boy! That sounded really loud at two-forty five in the morning. In desperation I tried chasing him, trying to force him back, but he was too quick, and too crafty. I was prepared just to lock the door and let him stew outside all night.
I sat down trying to think of ways of retrieving Dexter, so I opened the biscuit barrel and took out a ginger nut, Dexter shot into the house like a bullet, I had found his weakness.
I crawled back into bed, hoping that peace would prevail, and I could get precious sleep.
Another Lifetime to go 