Kerfuffle

You wouldn't think it to see us now, but there was such a kerfuffle yesterday - well last night actually.

Every night there is a little ritual just before we go to bed.  SHE always says "peepees one more time" and we go to the front door in a procession (she is last because we can run faster than her) and we go outside, have a sniff around, do what we need to do, and come back inside again.

Except last night was different.

We did hear something in the undergrowth.  And we did go ballistic.  And one of the things did race right up to the top of the birch tree.  And the other thing raced across the lawn to try and get to the oak tree.  Except that we did get to it first.  SHE went off her head.  Leave it, LEAVE IT, LEAVE IT she screamed.  Turned out that "it" was a baby possum, and we did think it was a rat or a cat, and therefore to be exterminated.  Oh my, it did cause a fuss.  We both got a smack and that did deter us we can tell you.  We never did get smacked before.

Anyway, the good news is that the possum thing did escape and raced to the top of the oak tree, but what with us barking, HER yelling and the possum screaming we did make quite a ruckus.

And we all did sleep very well all night long, except that we did dream of chasing possums.