Nothing Wrong with a Bit of Dead Deer.

He, The Owner, isn't talking to me today. He reckons I'm disgusting! After breakfast this morning I went off for a quick patrol through the manor gardens and down to where Adge the Badge lives. I have to report that the tennis courts have been replaced with a big shed which The Owner told me was a summer house. That was when he was still talking to me of course.

You'd have thought with the manor being that big they wouldn't have needed another houser just for the summer! So out across the paddock I went through the wet grass when I stumbled across it. A deer which hoomuns would have said was a bit past its sell by date! True, it did pong a little bit, but that is the sign of a good bit of dead deer. So, eager to supplement my breakfast of dried dog food I opted to try this little delicacy. Just a little chomp I thought would help keep the hunger at bay until tea time. Feeling generally pleased with myself I headed for home and found The Owner stretched out on the sofa with a mug of tea in one hand and two slices of buttered toast in a plate in the other. So I sat down on the floor beside him and rested my head on his lap, when it happened. It was just a little burp, hardly worth mentioning I thought at the time. Over reacting or what!!!!! The Owner jumps up and knocks his tea and toast over and went rushing out holding his belly and hand over his mouth just like he does when he has been too long at the pub! And somehow that is my fault!?!?! Even if he were talking to me at all today I don't think I would be talking to him. So there!