Woody’s Dog Blog

Well I only caught a flipping Muntjac deer today! There I was, trotting through my grandparents’ garden at Shotover minding my own business, la de da, sniffing the bushes, watering the lawn, and then I look round and there’s a little deer just standing there with its head cocked, asking me what I’m waiting for please? Well I chased him all over the garden, zig-zagging through the molehills and ouchy bouncy through the bracken until I had his stumpy little tail between my teeth*.

Anyway my babies have managed to rip the cat flap door off so we’ve got an Arctic breeze blowing through the house at the moment and we’re all shivering as a result. Ma Sellotaped a tea towel over the cat gap until we get a replacement on Thursday, but whenever the cats go through it they take the tea towel with them. Jim (my ginger cat brother) came into the house through the gap this evening looking like a Jewish preacher cat with a talit draped over his back. He paused as he passed me, called me a Shmuck and lifted his tail before poppy-footing out of the kitchen and into the sitting room, where he sat for the rest of the evening mumbling about losing his front door and gaining an attitude and a bad back - whatever next already? “They’ll take the tea towel off my back and I’ll freeze to death”, he decided.

*I wish. I got so near I could almost hear him praying for Thumper to save the day. Next time though. Next time. You just wait. I’ll show him who’s prince of the forest round here.