If you have read yesterday's blogg, you will be aware that Merlin Freya Theia and I each have had a paw in the excavation of a rather glorious hole at the bottom of the garden. Under guidance from Theia,who desperately wants a career in landscaping and design, or failing that demolition work, we rather fancied making it into a fish pond or one of those mud bath things that you girls do to keep your fur at it's best BUT somebody has filled it in. The question is why? Wrong location, wrong shape or depth? OR IS THERE SOMETHING BURIED IN IT? Anyway after a hurried discussion over breakfast, we decided as a group it might be politic to let sleeping Trolls lie, and start another excavation somewhere else. Now as I say Theia really really wants a career in landscaping, irrespective of where.... Beaches, sand dunes, woods, river banks ( she really gets miffed at mole hills and jumps on them out of spite) anywhere anytime she is your girl. So after giving the matter due consideration she marked out a spot dead centre of the lawn. Equi- distant to boundaries, bound to catch the sun, even the fluff balls can go around it, so X marks the spot. Big hole, big big hole, HUGE HOLE. Excellent! A work of art, carefully signed by all involved. Good job it's thawed around here or we could have been in trouble! Question is now....what do we do with it? Any polite suggestions? Obviously now the garden is designated an area of Troll interest with a ceremonial burial plot the wild parties we had planned might be considered in bad taste. Should think summer BBQ 's will still be ok though... Sausages!!! Yes I know nanny Broels, I really am being a good boy. Got my addiction under control now, but at the cost of Tuna and mums bone casserole which is wonderful. Anyway, do you think we should write to English Heritage or somebody like that... We could charge for entry and send the money to one of the rescue centres? That would please her indoors and there would be less chance of anybody finding him! Where she buried the bits of chickens after the fox got in is now under the patio , so they can rest in peace so to speak. Well any ideas will be looked at with interest. O and while I think about it there is a health warning....PARVO VIRUS IN AND AROUND THE LEICESTER AREA! SO BE CAREFUL DUDES! When you look at us Berners, we are a really unusual group...Merlin,50kg and a racing driver stroke bodyguard/bouncer, Freya, frequently called HRH La diva, all pink , yes everything, bowls leads collars handbags nail polish lippy tiara and pinkish bags on her treats, Theia,a perfect Tom boy, digging, chasing, all in wrestling, and me, Mr Perfect.(yeh yeh yeh heard it all before)Some English some aussi and some French. What a mix.... It's brill. Oh and I spent this morning getting to know my litter bros Saxon again. AWESOME. Sent three hours nearly chasing around, peeing on beds and then we had a synchronised poop.... Right in the middle of his mums kitchen floor. Glad he started it, cause her indoors would have not been impressed otherwise. As it was she did seem a little put out but hey excitement got the better of us. Anyway have another invite so can't have been all bad. Anyway time I slipped off, can smell something interesting in the kitchen.....play eat rest, play eat rest, canine heaven. Just before I go, could you spare a thought for Dougal who has just left his forever family, for rainbow bridge and his family.... Our thoughts are with you. Will say ttfn, cool runnings Gryff