Kennel

Ian and Julie gave us a raw hide each while they had lunch in the garden. I took mine indoors while Gemma chose to eat in the kennel. I heard Ian compare the kennel with the garden shed "...except that the kennel doesn't have a window or door." So tell me this - if the kennel doesn't have a window or door, how did Gemma get in!?

Cock-a-doodle-do!

Some people nearby evidently own a cockerel and some hens. Today, we were in the garden enjoying the sunshine when, very loudly, the cockerel crowed. Gemma moved in the general direction of this "thing" while I bravely ran into the house to watch through the patio doorway and to try and establish how big and fierce "things" are!