Whippet is so shocked by the screech a potential playmate makes he forgets to bark his welcome. I am also taken aback, you could use the noise for a rape alarm so piercing is it. Sensing no threat, she comes back to make eyes at our boys.
Outside with hands in compost, I vow to be more methodical and with the labeling. The thing is I will never know what they are if the slugs go on the rampage.
We finally get to the pub next door for lunch for our joint birthday treat. The bar maid tells us she is an anthropologist!
Bit of that
In the beginning was the word.
And the word was "Aardvark".
(the graffiti file)
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