Our mailman...actually, mailwoman is a poor old thing...
the dogs in our town really do hate her. I think its because of this...
This big loud motorbike (our dogs have never benn near one at home because we've never had one) comes up to OUR yard, and a claked fugure sticks her hand in and leaves a mysterious object behind...
they really dont like her... I cant go out there when she comes around any more becasue she asks us to put something up on our fence to stop them from trying to bite her... but it is a good fence, and the little one can get out anyway and she doesnt leave...
now they are all relaxed again because she's gone...
the dogs in our town really do hate her. I think its because of this...
This big loud motorbike (our dogs have never benn near one at home because we've never had one) comes up to OUR yard, and a claked fugure sticks her hand in and leaves a mysterious object behind...
they really dont like her... I cant go out there when she comes around any more becasue she asks us to put something up on our fence to stop them from trying to bite her... but it is a good fence, and the little one can get out anyway and she doesnt leave...
now they are all relaxed again because she's gone...