The Dog is off the hook but now I feel worse!

The dog is off the hook. The Wickedest Whippet has been found not guilty this time and although I should be relieved that she doesn’t have a penchant for pinching pink purses I am afraid I don’t feel very good at all.

Last night I had a caller who had picked up my purse from the bottom of a dried up pond near a footpath across the village from here. The land where it was found belongs to the same farmer who owns the fields at the back of my house.

I couldn’t help it but I put two and two together and probably made five. But it seems such a coincidence.

Perhaps I had better explain. The person who stole my purse had to have entered my house through the back door. My back door cannot be accessed from the front of the house. It is found in an enclosed back garden. The only way to acces the garden is ove the fence at the back, through the house itself or via the side door which leads out to  the kitchen garden. On Tuesday last you would have had to encounter Tatu the gardner who was working on the veg patch right by the door. So the only way to reach the backdoor last Tuesday would have been over the fence at the bottom via the Farmer’s fields.

Problem is there are no footpaths around those fields so a casual passer-by is hardly likely to pass by and see my back door open and saunter in on the off chance. There is no way of seeing the back of my house at all from any road or other byway.

I can’t help it but I think the perpetrator is someone who was working the fields who could see into my back garden and note the door was open.

The reason why I feel so awful is that the only people working the field were the farmer and his sons.

I don’t want to believe it. But a complete stranger is so random especially whern there have been no other reported crimes of this nature according to the police. This was a total one off.

So all last night I mithered over this. All today I have been acutely aware of the ploughing going on and the revs from the tractor and all I seem to be able to do is get angry and frustrated. For they are far more likely NOT to have done anything at all but my mind just refuses to focus on anything else. It seems stuck on the fact that it must have been them.

Or maybe it is just me preferring it that way. Wanting it to be someone I know rather than a scary stranger poking their way into the sanctuary that is my home in the broad daylight while my boys say barley 10 feet away. I hate feeling so vulnerable.

The wickedest whippet again…

I am a slow learner and it seems my dog is not.

Although I know she can jump on to the kitchen counter I have failed to realise that she has the capacity to do more than just that and she has. She has gone further in her never ending quest for mayhem and destruction and of course her pursuit of food than I ever imagined possible.

I am not saying she can now open the fridge door and help herself, a trick I am sure she will reveal at a later date, no, now she’s doing something just as bad. Not satisfied with leftovers on the kitchen counter, my whippet has learned that the food on the cooker is also up for grabs.

At present she’s not actually going for food on the boil so to speak but she is taking the food left in the pans. Fair enough I hear you say if you will leave food on the cooker.

But what if I were to tell you the pots and pans have their lids firmly on? What if I were to tell you she has learned to take the lids off before helping herself and what if I were to tell you that she actually chooses what she wants to help herself to?

What then!?

The little blighter jumps on the counter, stalks over to the cooker and lifts the lids on all the pots and pans there ignoring the veggies, but failing to put the lids back on, and just opts for things like stew and boiled chicken.

And how do I know this? Because although she may be clever, she is not clever enough and I found the remains of the chicken in her den under the foot stool along with the shells of six eggs and a rather battered egg box.

God how I hope she’s sick!