What’s that coming over the hill?

Last night, we got another reminder of just what a total fanny Hound can be.

The garden has a large number of frogs in it – no bad thing at all – and last night, a tiny one had made its way into the kitchen. When I say tiny, I mean one that’s a maximum of 2 or 3cm in size. That’s it.

Not that you’d believe it, if you’d seen Hound’s reaction. Total meltdown, panic, faffing about, whining, just not knowing what to do at all. If she’d have been able to speak, the conversation would’ve been something along the lines of “Look, look, there, I don’t know what it is, it’s a monster! Run! Run! Hide! It’s a monster!”

She is such a fanny.