Today I did a lot of digging, so my folks had to get out the brush. Now, I’m not afraid of the the brush but whenever I hear it or see it I come storming up to see what it is doing and – I just can’t help it – I have to attack it. Have a look what I did to it…
Yes… I broke it, and it’s brand new! So ‘Mr Fixit’ Pete will have to get me out of this one.
And then I drank the pond!
Weeeellll! Guarding is a thirsty job!