She’s furious. Absolutely furious.
I have no idea why but it seems to be something to do with the landscape and a clock. Give me patience! Whatever the reason, it has mercifully got nothing to do with me. I have been on the receiving end of her fury however, so I am keeping a low profile. Telling her to calm down is apparently not an appropriate comment. I have tried to communicate with her through the medium of speech but at the moment she is just a ball of spitting, shouting and kicking.
Spring is on the way so hopefully that will cheer her up as she has developed an interest in flowers recently. It is my intention to teach her how to develop her own allotment so she can grow her own. It will give her something to focus on. My first mention of this project was met with a little hesitation. There was some language.
Monty The Great
Greyhounds In Charge 