Animal Farm

My place has gone a bit Animal Farm (George Orwell). The animals have decided to unite and rebel against their captors. I'm not too sure who the rebel leader is - but I'm thinking it's Nelson our 13 year old Dalmatian. His body is starting to let him down but he's still pretty darned smart AND he loves to escape so he can explore the neighbourhood (or more precisely our neighbour's cat bowl)

The other day I was working in my sewing room which overlooks the back yard when the Rockettes walked past my door cackling loudly. You might remember that the Rockettes have a chicken run now and no longer have free range over the back yard. Somehow they'd escaped. So of course I downed tools and rushed out the back to shoo them into their pen. But in my haste I left my workroom door ajar and that's when Nelson made his break for freedom.

It was the perfect plan. Nelson lets the chickens out (their gate isn't tied up - it's just a push-open gate). The chickens distract me. I spend a good ten minutes chasing them around the backyard while Nelson makes his get-away completely unnoticed. He had enough time to sneak into our neighbour's yard, find the cat bowl and lick it clean before I'd even noticed that he was gone. Genius!!