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32. Threat level SEVERE – by Monty

I have been on high alert since dawn and have raised the threat level from substantial to severe. My garden has been classified as a construction site since last Autumn when I first started my trench, and as such is subject to current Health and Safety regulations which means I’m responsible for the safety of anyone who enters it. It has been particularly important to control access to the site recently, due to the instability caused by the illegal fracking.

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Guard duty

This morning, I received some intelligence from Chicken, stating that someone was attempting to access the premises. A quick scan of the perimeter fence revealed the perpetrator to be a wild garden bird of average proportions, sporting brown plumage. I estimated the weight of the bird to be not very much, but could also see the potential threat it represented.

My military training had taught me never to underestimate the enemy. Although one single bird would be unlikely to have any impact, 500 could quite easily cause the whole garden to collapse. It is common knowledge that birds of a feather flock together, so it is imperative that I get rid of this bird before it returns with its friends.

Unfortunately, The Fairy is working against me on this one, and for some reason is encouraging their presence by putting out food! She really is impossible at times. Chicken, on the other hand, has really stepped up to the plate and is proving to be an invaluable asset. First response was for us to get rid of the food, which we accomplished pretty quickly. We then ran around barking at the fence, and the bird had the intelligence to fly away.

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Restricting access to food sources

I have now retired to my bed to plan my counterattack. The Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs has issued the following advice for anyone whose property is attacked by wild birds:

What you can do without a licence

You must first try to resolve your wild bird problem using standard bird management options. You should try:

1. scaring the birds away using visual (eg scarecrows) or audible devices (including shooting to scare) PRIORITY
2. restricting access to food sources MANAGEABLE
3. stopping birds from roosting or nesting on your buildings or land by putting netting over vulnerable areas INTERESTING
4. managing nearby habitat to make it less attractive to birds N/A
5. maintaining a human presence around the site to deter birds POSSIBLE
6. using physical barriers to keep birds away DEFINITELY

I will draw upon this, and my extensive military experience, to plan my campaign against the local bird population. I will keep you informed of my progress.

MONTY THE GREAT

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30. Professional integrity – by Arky-Ollie-Just

In the interests of professional credibility, reputation and of acquiring a job in the future, I would like to disassociate myself from Monty’s ludicrous illegal fracking theory. In no way do I support any of his arguments and I have never said anything to him to suggest that I do. Nor have I found any evidence to support his idea.

I do not want to disassociate myself from Monty himself, because as a greyhound I think he’s wonderful. He’s one of the greatest retired racing greyhounds I’ve ever met. But come on, Monty! Illegal fracking?

IT’S JUST CHICKEN, YOU DUNDERHEAD.

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN JUST CHICKEN.

She’s digging up your garden, mate. Deal with it.

Arky-Ollie-Just

P.S. Put your hand up if you looked up agrostology on the Internet.

A reply from Monty:

‘When a true genius appears in the world, you can know him by this sign; the dunces are all in confederacy against him.’  John Kennedy Toole

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29. Clear evidence of illegal fracking – by Monty

I absolutely knew I was correct. There is, in my professional opinion, indisputable evidence that illegal fracking is taking place in the locality and it is having a direct, detrimental effect on my back garden. I intend to present my evidence to Simon at the DECC as soon as I have compiled a full report.

Although I haven’t felt them myself, there have obviously been quite strong earth tremors occurring. These have been strong enough to cause the football to roll into my trench. I have taken photographs from several different angles as I may need to present them as evidence in court at a letter date.

In addition to this, a new sinkhole has appeared in a different area of the garden and I have serious concerns about the foundations of the house, as it is only about one yard from the outer wall of my bedroom. Chicken was barking some rubbish at me about ownership of the site, so I had to enlighten her to the fact that nobody can claim ownership of a hole as, by definition, there’s nothing there. Ref: Arky-Ollie-Just January 8, 2016. GIC Press. 

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Exhibit A

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Exhibit B

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last clue suggesting underground disturbance is a lot more subtle, and could have easily been missed by someone less astute than myself. Luckily, I have an interest in, and extensive knowledge of agrostology, which is the scientific study of grasses. When I first moved in, the back garden was covered in thick, healthy grass. In recent times however, the quality and quantity have reduced dramatically and I believe this is due to root damage, caused by underground vibrations. This deterioration began at the same time as the erosion to my trench, which I believe lends credibility to my illegal fracking theory.

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Exhibit C

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Exhibit D

Interestingly, though of no importance, it also coincides with the arrival of Chicken.

Monty BSc

 

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27. Taking care of my unit – by Monty The Great

I took everybody for a walk yesterday morning as I am wont to do. The Fairy misjudged the ambient temperature which was about ten degrees higher than she had expected. She ended up carrying our coats, and moaned about it all the way home.

As soon as we left the dwelling unit, the strength of the wind was obvious. I thought perhaps it would die down as we ventured further afield, but if anything, the opposite was true. Naturally I was concerned for the safety of my unit, and felt it prudent to terminate the expedition and return to base as quickly as possible. Attempts to push The Fairy from behind failed, so I adjusted my approach and adopted the pull and drag technique. Despite taking longer than I would have hoped, we did eventually return safely and I completed a quick head count before heading straight for the phone.

It had taken longer than anticipated, but I had eventually tracked down Simon at the Department of Energy & Climate Change’s mobile number. I felt outraged that he had allowed the wind to become so strong and feel very strongly that if he doesn’t take his climate responsibilities seriously, he shouldn’t be in the job. Naturally, I rang him straight away to express my anger.

He was less happy than I would expect a man on holiday to be.  He seemed more interested in where I had obtained his private number than in the current weather conditions. I am a real believer in giving credit where it’s due, so although I did disclose that I had found the number on my own, I also mentioned the level of support I had received from his secretary. Too often the back room staff do not receive the recognition they deserve so I felt I was doing a good deed by mentioning his role in this matter. I’m sure he will appreciate my thoughtfulness.

Unfortunately, Simon was unable to speak in any depth, so I told him that I would contact him again at another time. He tried to tell me never to ring him again, and became quite passionate about this, expressing himself in quite an animated way.

Far be it from me to criticise him, but there really was no need for that kind of language.

Monty

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24. Porta-Loo Day – by Monty

 

imageThe Fairy and Chicken are both in bed so I have taken the opportunity to do some work on the computer in peace. I was unable to speak with Simon at the Department of Energy & Climate Change today, due to the fact that he is on holiday. I did ask for his mobile number but his secretary said it was not policy to give out personal information of that nature. He didn’t seem to have any objections to me trying to find it out for myself however, and sportingly wished me ‘good luck with that one.’

Thursday is one of my favourite days of the week for a variety of reasons so I have been in a good mood all day. Actually I gave myself the day off and spent most of my time playing and having fun with Chicken and Big Rabbit. It was nice to have a break from the usual responsibilities which fall on my shoulders, and I believe I’m beginning to appreciate the wisdom of Chicken’s policy of not taking life too seriously. I will do some further research on the topic and possibly send a copy of my findings to the Council. (I may have to deliver some staff training on the topic at some point in the future, but that is quite within my capabilities as long as I am provided with a computer which has PowerPoint.)

Anyway; back to Thursdays. What separates Thursday from the rest of the days, is that this is the day the local community comes together to show its appreciation to me. As any man will tell you, relieving oneself whilst out in a public area can be problematic at times, and it is heartwarming to know that my friends and neighbours will go out of their way to make this a little easier for me.

Thursday you see, is Porta-Loo Day. Nearly everybody wheels out a portable toilet for me to use. They leave them conveniently at the side of the pavements and alternate weekly between the green, brown and burgundy ones lest I become bored. The Council always sends a large truck and a small army of men to help position any that are out of place, which is very helpful, if a little noisy. I try to wee on every single one so that everybody knows how grateful I am and nobody feels left out. It’s the least I can do for such lovely people.

Long live community spirit!

Monty

 

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23. Inappropriate behaviour – by Monty

Today I was embarrassed in public by The Fairy and Chicken behaving in a totally inappropriate way with firemen. These people are professionals like myself, and they have a job to do. I’m pretty sure they did not appreciate being interfered with.

We exited the vehicle at the lake and set off in a clockwise direction. We hadn’t gone more than a couple of yards before Chicken noticed the firemen partaking in water rescue training, and wanted to go and see what they were doing. The Fairy actually pretended that she was being dragged against her will towards the water’s edge! I couldn’t believe it. The audacity. The pair of them stood grinning like idiots and wouldn’t move even when I tried to pull them away. I was mortified when our presence was noticed and nearly passed out with shame when The Fairy, in an attempt to stay a little longer, undid and then re-tied her laces.

That particular sham marked the end of my patience and I put my foot down with a firm hand and demanded that we move on.  The rest of the walk was completely ruined by their inane chatter about how aesthetically pleasing some men are, which is shallow and highly disrespectful in my opinion. As if I hadn’t suffered enough, Chicken then turned the conversation to Klopp, who she continues to be fascinated by. I honestly don’t understand what she sees in him. I am willing to agree that he has some good points, but if it came to a choice between the two of us, he simply doesn’t measure up. I am obviously superior.

He only has two legs for a start.

Monty

A note from Chicken: 

It is difficult hard decision. Who would you choose?

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22. A busy day – by Monty

The Fairy’s head is a funny shape. It’s a bit lopsided. I hadn’t noticed it before because her fur usually sticks out in all directions. But today it is straight for some reason, which has exposed the lack of symmetry. I’ve had a quick look at Chicken and checked myself in the mirror and we seem to be unaffected. I’m pleased about this as I’d hate to have a big head.

Today has been quite productive. I rang Bob at the Council first thing this morning and explained my theory of illegal fracking compromising the stability of my trench. He agreed that this was indeed a real possibility and suggested (with quite an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm in my opinion) that from now on I should deal exclusively with Simon at the Department of Energy & Climate Change. This suits me fine, as it means I’ll also be able to register my complaint against the very strong winds that have developed over the last few days. I’m presuming that Simon can do something about this, as his job description clearly states he is responsible for the climate.

Chicken has fallen in love with the Liverpool manager, Klopp,  and has decided to develop her football skills in an attempt to impress him. For some inexplicable reason, she thought I would want to do the same. Initially I resisted joining in, but I was driven to distraction by her incessant barking. In a flash of genius, I remembered the age old trick practiced by parents globally, of tiring out young children during the day in order to get them to sleep at night. For this reason I encouraged her to run at full speed around the garden for an extended period of time.

It worked. Silence is golden:

Monty

 

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19. Expert opinion – by Monty

This morning Arky-Ollie-Just and I set out early for my trench site. We’d had a pre-dawn meeting to go over all the paperwork and discuss the history of the site. I felt it was important that he was in possession of all the facts before attempting an assessment. He listened carefully as I explained how the trench continued to grow in size despite the fact that I haven’t been near it in weeks. I am incredibly intelligent so don’t normally need any help with anything, but I also recognise when the opinion of an expert might be beneficial.

Arky-Ollie-Just asked to speak to any potential witnesses but The Fairy wasn’t in and I didn’t think anything intelligible could be dragged out of Chicken, so that was a non-starter. He then undertook a thorough inspection and called me over to show me something very interesting. Around the edges of the trench were claw-like scratches and some loose soil could be seen in the surrounding grass. He suggested that an animal of some description has been digging in it.

Because I didn’t wish to offend him, I thanked him for his input and told him that I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend his services to others. The truth however, is that I believe his diagnosis to be incorrect. NOBODY would dare to interfere with my trench without my express permission.

I am more inclined to believe the erosion is a direct result of illegal fracking being carried out somewhere in the immediate vicinity. I intend to mention this to Bob at the Council the next time I speak to him.

Monty

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18. How to get food off an archaeologist – by Monty

The Fairy has gone away for a couple of days and has left me in charge. Arky-Ollie-Just is here keeping us company and we are having a great time. He plays all the time and loves it when I take him for a walk. He also knows where our snacks are kept. Now it’s only an observation and not a criticism – because I do know that he tries very hard – but he is not very good at delivering said snacks efficiently.

He tends to hold the entire snack in his fist which makes it difficult to get hold of. Initially I simply indicated with my nose that I wanted it, but he didn’t understand so I tried to make it clearer by using my teeth. As he still didn’t seem to comprehend, I had a quick go at using my claws before jumping up at him. Unbelievably, he still didn’t get it. In the end, I decided to go the whole hog and head-butt him.

That did the trick.

At the moment it is dark and as archaeologists work best when they can see properly, we have postponed our planned visit to my trench until the morning. I will let you know how it goes.

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Monty relaxing

Monty

 

 

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16. Emergency cleaning – by Monty

Arky-Ollie-Just is coming tomorrow so The Fairy has embarked on an emergency cleaning spree. Chicken is helping by laying out every single toy in the house and is currently throwing them about everywhere in an attempt to organise them. I do not hold out much hope for her, seeing as she is incapable of organising her own thoughts, never mind anything else.

For my own part, I’m offering emotional support to both of them from my position on the settee. I did contribute earlier when I brought in some mud from the garden to help guide The Fairy with the vacuum cleaner. I believe she was very pleased to have my assistance.

Whilst out in the garden I did notice some changes to my trench. I’ll admit to being a little confused by this as I know that I haven’t carried out any work on it in the last few days. Arky-Ollie-Just has agreed to survey the site with me tomorrow so will hopefully shed some light on the situation.

Our visit to Big Rabbit’s house went well. I was singled out for special treatment and was the only one to receive a present. I presume this is due to my status and perhaps also in acknowledgement for all the assistance that I provide. I was presented with a beautiful wide belt which was comfortable and also matched my collar. At the risk of sounding boastful, I looked very dashing and believe that I was admired by Big Rabbit and Chicken, who looked on with envy.

Monty

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