Not one of my best days

I've been in the dog house nearly all day today.

It started out alright, but kind of descended into chaos when I scrabbled under the fence into next doors, and couldn't get back again.

That meant that SHE had to climb the fence and try and catch me on their side, and I didn't much want to get caught. I have to tell you (in strictest confidence) there was a bit of swearing. Even the people in the bottom house got in on the act, but I didn't trust them one little bit. He's a police prosecutor, and I instinctively avoid anyone that could put me into jail.

Anyway, SHE got me back (eventually), and disappeared in the car to the hardware store, to try and get some fence blocking materials. But they didn't have any.

So SHE spent the entire afternoon grubbing up rocks, and carting bricks to block the holes in the fence where I can get through. And there are an awful lot of them (holes and bricks).

SHE told HIM that SHE needs me to see if there are any holes left, but flatly refused to take me down there any more today. Enough was enough SHE said.

This is a picture of me taken just after I pinched HER very best cardigan (what she knitted last winter) and tried to kill it. It is not staged. SHE was ever so cross, but managed to stifle her crossness until after SHE'd taken a picture.