Full Moon mayhem and madness.

That Full Moon last week has a LOT to answer for.

Fergus, the Westie owned by my friend Moira chewed up her diary last week.  Fergus is all of 5 years old and he’s NOT ever done anything like that before.  That in itself is NOT unusual.  Hounds have a penchant for doing the most inopportune of things ... silent deadly farts during an evening meal spring to mind.

What is unusual is what happened next.  Moira phoned the Dog Groomer to make an appointment for Fergus to be trimmed.  The Dog Groomer also owns a Westie.  Without knowing what Fergus had done the Dog Groomer asked Moira if she knew where she could get another diary for 2013 as her Westie had just last week chewed her existing one. 

In both cases nothing untoward had happened in either hound’s life and the diaries had been in their usual spots where their owners left them.

How bizarre is that! 

Yep ... strange things happen when that there moon is full in the sky.

It was still high in the sky this morning when we hiked up to the view site.  We were just in time to see what was a magnificent sun rise.  It’s the last day in April and I’m STILL wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt for our early morning rambles.  I think Autumn’s passed us by.  We’re going to step from Summer right into Winter.

I’m NOT complaining.  This weather has been glorious.

I’m not even wearing my fingerless gloves yet!

The hound was a tad confused at there being NO Sam on the beach this morning.  She’s become quite accustomed to a hound-shaped bullet exploding into our midst on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sam’s on holidays at the kennels though as Carol and Pete are in Fiji for the week.  They both NEED a break.

I received a rather smug text message from her on Saturday after HER Chiefs BEAT my Sharks in their Super Rugby match.  Apparently Sam and Chocolat are BOTH well pleased with the result of the game. I think I have a traitor in my midst. Carol has one in her midst too as Pete also backed my Sharks to win this last week!

The hound needs to learn which side her bread’s buttered and which side she SHOULD be supporting.

... otherwise I might just have to STOP kicking that rugby ball on the beach!