Oh dear! He has not had a good start to the day! Well I've been trying to tell him for ages that there are badgers in the garden at night and despite his admonishing of me for digging little holes in the lawn, it isn't me! Last night they kept me awake with their grunting and snuffling around the back door to the boot room.
All night they were out there carrying on like a load of hoomuns at a barbie. This morning, I feel like I haven't slept a wink, mainly coz I haven't, and The Owner comes bouncing down the stairs all fresh and perky. Let's me out of the boot room and then opens the back door for me to go out for my pee before breakfast. Well I'm not going out there, there may be badgers still about and I may be brave but I'm not stupid! Rolling in their poo is one thing but actually meeting one, face to face, not going there! He was intent on me going for a pee and was trying to evict me from the back door and I kept digging my heels in and sitting down or rolling over on my back. Anything but have to go out there. So he strides purposefully outside as if to show there was nothing to be afraid of and puts his bare foot straight in a dollop of badger poo left just outside the back door. There then followed much 'yucking' and 'phewing' as he tries to scrape it off his foot and from between his toes and tries desperately to find someone to blame for his predicament. I'm guessing that I am not going to find a way of persuading him on the benefits of rolling in badger poo just yet!
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