Tuesday, 18 March 2008

I'm a llama - let me out of here

No, this is not an image of the remaining traces of an escapee llama. If you walk along the fence line there are numerous catches of his hair where he has stretched his extraordinary neck to chew on some succulent shoot in the hedge.
The fence also has rubbings of fleece - black from the Torwens, white from the Torddu. And now I am finding a different kind of black, white and chestnut fur where it shouldn't be.
Fenn, the young Bernese Mountain Dog, has decided that she is in fact a steeple-chaser, and is leaping five bar gates and barbed wire fences with impunity. All physical obstacles put in place to dissuade her from this potentially dangerous feat have failed. The cast iron spike by the preferred "show-jump" has been wrapped so that she doesn't impale herself.


mountainear said...

Owww! I'm wincing in anticipation. What's so attractive on the other side of the fence?

Mopsa said...

M'ear - I think it's just a case of the grass is always greener... but her favourite jumping gate does lead in to the garden and she can then lie and whimper outside the doors that lead from the garden to my office (or vice versa), hoping that I might let her in to lie at my feet. I do my best not to submit, and so encourage her dangerous habits!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

They had barbed wire at Belsen, Dachau and Sachsenhausen. Set the animals free I say!