I could be jinxing this, but after a few weeks of exercising regularly every evening, the destruction seems to be decreasing… but I still return home anticipating the worst and I may well regret that observation when I get home this afternoon. Of course, the lack of destroyed items may also be as a result of there being fewer things left for Flo to get her teeth into. I invested in some new chew toys and put a couple downstairs with her. One of them is a rubber treat dispensing toy, which she enjoyed the first couple of times she had it. The third time it was toast. I came home to tiny bits of purple rubber, albeit in fairly neat piles as opposed to strewn from one end of the garden to the other.
Despite this happy turn in behaviour, I’m afraid that when the gardener asked if I would like him to repair the reticulation on the side of the garden which has taken a canine hammering, I didn’t have the confidence in my dog to say yes. I am fairly sure that any new reticulation would be just too tempting!
Today is bin day… the day when the bins, which protect one side of the downstairs table and its contents from those teeth, are moved to the nature strip and all manner of goodies are exposed. A fortnight ago 20kg of pool salt was redistributed around the garden. There is still 10kg on the table. Will she or won’t she?
Wildlife on our walks this week included whistling kites, forest kingfishers and wallabies.
The weather is warming up and the build up is on its way. We’ve both been feeling it and have been forced to take some afternoon naps under the fan so that we don’t get overheated.