Today, the beast has been somewhat quiet. This is a little worrying to be fair, as one is under the impression that he is plotting. He has not ventured upsatirs today and instead confined himself to his bed and turned his back on the world. Therefore my contact with him has been a bit limited but I have leaned on my network of scouts for further info.
He took part on a walk earlier and was generally well behaved, except for two occassions when he decided to feast on some fresh horse droppings. Although not everyones cup of tea, this seems a firm favourite for the beast. As if this was not enough haute cuisine for Bob, he was treated to some extra treats at lunch time. Following my bacon sandwich, I shared some tasty pieces of bacon fat between Bob and Ollie. This was much appreciated as could be seen in the profuse licking of the lips and expectant look in his eyes for "more bacon homie".
Although it is early in the evening, he has already been seen running around with Dad's galsses in his mouth. Note *must make Bob wear galsses one day for comedy effect*. He has also been barking at the TV. It was not wildlife this time but a man wearing pants playing guitar. Bob obviously felt threatened by this man's prowess on the TV and decided he must chirp up with his vicious bark (more of a throat clearning to be honest, it really must be heard to be believed).
The rest of the night will most likely be spent on Mum's lap in front of the box. I'm sure he will do a couple of circuits of the kitchen looking for scraps before he settles down for the night in his donut.
Join me next time when I will report more of the beasts movements. I really must figure this strange creature out, as much of my time is spent wondering what's going on in his bulbous little head.
He took part on a walk earlier and was generally well behaved, except for two occassions when he decided to feast on some fresh horse droppings. Although not everyones cup of tea, this seems a firm favourite for the beast. As if this was not enough haute cuisine for Bob, he was treated to some extra treats at lunch time. Following my bacon sandwich, I shared some tasty pieces of bacon fat between Bob and Ollie. This was much appreciated as could be seen in the profuse licking of the lips and expectant look in his eyes for "more bacon homie".
Although it is early in the evening, he has already been seen running around with Dad's galsses in his mouth. Note *must make Bob wear galsses one day for comedy effect*. He has also been barking at the TV. It was not wildlife this time but a man wearing pants playing guitar. Bob obviously felt threatened by this man's prowess on the TV and decided he must chirp up with his vicious bark (more of a throat clearning to be honest, it really must be heard to be believed).
The rest of the night will most likely be spent on Mum's lap in front of the box. I'm sure he will do a couple of circuits of the kitchen looking for scraps before he settles down for the night in his donut.
Join me next time when I will report more of the beasts movements. I really must figure this strange creature out, as much of my time is spent wondering what's going on in his bulbous little head.
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