This morning I woke up to hear... nothing. No noise from Floyd. Usually he woofs at about 6:30 or 7ish to let me know it's time for his morning biscuit.
There was a strange barking, sounded a bit muffled... I was concerned that one of the dogs had got a tick... I wondered if Floyd had got off and managed to pick up a tick.
It was a day off today in lieu of Open Day so that I could finish my application for another job... arrgh! I pulled on some clothes and checked under the pergola... hmmm. Rope coiled a bit, the dogclip busted (just the ring bit with the rope through it). No Floyd.
I called to him and he came a-runnin'. All wet. It had been a foggy morning and the grass was quite wet, it needs mowing, as usual.
There's a eucalypt, peppermint scented gum, planted near Meggie's yard and I have to clean out her water and food bowl because the tree is full of grubs and not only do they crap in the bowls they fall into them, too. Grrr. When I went to clean them out I saw what Floyd had been up to all morning, and probably part of the night. There were parts where the grass was torn up from his high-speed turns, chasing Meggie in her yard, running around the perimeter fence. Then there were the skids in the grass clippings from the high-speed turns at the side of the house.
He's a funny little boy that one.