I have been on here bemoaning Freddie before I know and I apologise for boring you. But, the git has trompled all over my newly seeded grass. I reseeded (actually Himself reseeded) but I (me, myself, I) fenced a section of the field that was devoid of pasture specifically, and only, for the benefit of Freddie and Fern. The very least one could expect was that it would be left to grow. But oh no; Freddie objected to the fencing and has removed it. He has run amok all over the little seedlings until it is but mud and has distributed the fence posts to all continents. Not only that, he has worked out how to remove the hose from the water trough so that when I went to top it up this morning I flooded the neighbourhood before I noticed. To add insult to injury while I was berating him he stole one of my new cashmere gloves from my pocket, legged it over the field and I can’t find it anywhere – he probably ate it, the bastard.
Horse burger anyone?
