News from yards around

Baxter calling, Baxter calling. Can you hear me out there mother?
Oh that's OK then, a tweak on the old ear trumpet might help a bit!
Ah, there you are! I thought I might be talking to myself there for a wee minute. Funky does that all the time and look at the state of him?

Things have been quiet from a terriers point of view this week, I haven't done much except my usual rounds of the known mouse holes and ride on the tractor, hedge trimming but I spose that is better than being outside in the rain. I get to see quite a lot that would otherwise be invisible to one so short. For instance I see partridge, pheasant, hares, rabbits, deer I even saw a fox last tuesday. Funky Farmer wouldn't let me out and at him coz he thought I might get beaten up! What does he think I am? Some sort of wuss? I will have you know we Baxters were at the battle of Balaclava. OK as Lord Cardigan's lap dog but nonetheless we had what they call 'a presence.'

Looks like we are in for an adventure tomorrow (Thursday) We are going to PC World to buy a new mouse. That sounds yummy. I seem to remember the one he has now didn't taste all that good and old misery said I was lucky not to burn my eyes with the laser something or other? Whatever, it tasted awful so I only gave it a little nibble and dribbled over it a bit. I really can't see why he has got the bloomin' hump? Some people just can't take a joke. It's Mrs Funky who will have the last word when he arrives back having bought half the store as 'must have' items. I just love it when he gets 'cold shoulder' for breakfast, lunch. and dinner. Then he will know how I felt when I sniffed at his mouse. sort of. Well, sniffed and licked. OK ate the thing.

See you all soon
Love
Baxter, Jen & Meg

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