Here's Scruffy...out in the yardie...diggin' a hole and sniffin' and snortin'....
If you lived in that hole, would ya wanna see this face comin' at ya? Quite the hunter, our Scruffman.
So just a few minutes ago, Mumsie asked Daddy to call Scruffy in cuz he was taking too long from doin' leg lifts on the bush out in the frozen tundra. Scruffy ran in alright...with somethin' in his mouth. A large thing in his mouth. Mumsie took one look and screamed bloody murder and hid in the laundry room. Daddy traded the "object" for a large chunk of Challah bread...dog has good taste. He traded.
The object in question was a um HEAD. A frozen head...of a mammal of sorts. Mumsie kept screaming.
Did Scruffy bite off the frozen head of Punxatawney Phil? Is there a frozen rodent runnin' around in our yardie without its cranium? Will the sedation work to stop Mumsie's screaming?
Tune in next time for THOSE NAUGHTY TERRIERS....
Miss Lacie Teacakes Who Thinks Scruffy's Beardie Smells Divine