Foxy Boxing

Of possible extra interest to  goffburd

Over the last few months there have been some mysterys here at Canine Feminist Collective HQ:

1.Kato finding lots of corpses - birds, pigeons, mice.
2.Our toys training equipment and supper-bones, being found on next doors lawn, way beyond where we could have flunged them to.
3. Doglets on extra-vigilent, HIgh Alert on the 11pm and 1-30am patrol  - humans thought we just had Insomniac Squirrels or Mad Cats living Dangerously Humans would be bemused and irritated about our bum fur being up and our deafness to commands.
4.Java managing to roll in fox-poo, though hadn't left Base.
5.Neighbours attractive gardening  gauntlet  disappeared, and was found two days later, chewed and ravished. It weren't us - but of course we got the evils.

Our elderly neighbour  - heard commotion late one evening and found a fox sat on his back door step. Neighbour shooed it away with a broom and shortly after heard the Canine Feminist Security fire up, followed shortly after by "FugginShurrupYerBunchOfMongoJessies"

We doglets didn't want to cause any panic, trying to contain the terrorist threat without widepsread human panic. But panic, they are, tomorrow we are to be Advantage dotted as Foxes are not known for their attention to personal hygiene, de-wormed and the garden scoured for fox-poo. Our 11pm and 1-30am patrols are now preceded by humans leaning out of the door, clapping their hands and shouting "Cooo-Eeeee Foxy - do running little foxy" This isn't the way to conduct an offensive-defensive, do you see George Bush clapping his hands and shouting Coooo-Eeeee, Iranians, do running?

With regard to the neighbours, very attractive, gardening gauntlet, Foxy probably humped it one, which, if Foxy is a Lad, neighbour probably doesn't want to put his hand back in there. Don't blame the fox on that one......some gardening gloves are well sexy.

In other news, Java is off to Kinver tomorrow with her nice friends and then to get a zillion buckets of fuss, crisps and Real Ale in some pubs with nice walks betwixt. Humans off out to Messmedia with feddupfairy

 

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Lindsay was sick last night, undigested food, about three hours after her dinner. Its always a worry when Lindsay is sick as she is on epilepsy meds. She is also having some difficulties holding in the poo, first thing in the morning. Luckily she has always been of  the dry compact stool variety not huge splatty ones like that kAt0. (Hope no one was eating as they read this)

This morning, LIndsay fell down the stairs, not the usual slip down the last three steps, about half the staircase with a terrifc bang on every step, landing on her back at the bottom.  LIndsay seemed stunned, declined the delicious treats that were on offer, just wanted to be by herself. But at 7pm she ate a full supper and seems OK. She has had a full dose of metacam as we wondered if she has toothache. 

LIndsay has adapted to being carried upstairs but gets very upset at being carried or assisted down. And she doesn't like being downstairs when everyone else is upstairs and will bark until we fetch her.

 

 

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Java was up, bright and early, her rambling rucksack packed to go on her adventures with her Personal Dogsitter. Dog, was she excited and yapped like a puppy.  Could barely contain herself to have her harness put on and pulled like a train to get to Glyns car.  Within a few minutes of her departure, we heard a car alarm go off - Glyn had left Java in the car briefly while he went to get a newspaper and Java's bouncing set the alarm off.