Not me. Smudge the dog. Or Dogathy as she was affectionately christened by MasterS prior to his return to uni.
Last weekend we had a dog flap fitted, I thought she wouldn’t use it, but unbeknown to me she has been. MrS knew she had taken to it with gusto. So, apparently did the neighbours…
Tonight they came to tell me that she has been getting not only into their garden through an unseen hole in the fence, but also ran into their kitchen today.
So Smudge/Dogathy is back under house arrest unless we are here. We have a dog walker who comes a couple of times a week, but at £11 a time that’s a luxury. I feel bad for her, even though I know she will sleep most of the day while we’re at work. She’s such a friendly little thing and it breaks my heart to leave her for so long, but it’s not fair on the neighbours either; even if she can’t get get into their garden they don’t want to listen to her barking all day.