The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Husband planted out some of the summer bedding yesterday. To try and deter George from running through the front garden corner arrangements he devised the least unattractive method he could think of: placing sticks around the bed.
This morning as we went out I said, 'Why have you left a gap along the longest front bit? Surely you need another stick there?'