Strange things are afoot (or should I say "a-paw"?). As I have previously mentioned, a band of especially clever and enterprising squirrels absconded with all of ours and Daddy's things, and relocated them to another burrow - which Daddy bravely and smartly tracked down and took over. It seems that the same band of fluffy-tailed felons struck The Girl's living quarters and relocated her possessions here as well! Oh cruel and cunning squirrels!
But, I have not yet shared the most curious development. The other night, The Girl came in the door holding a plastic box that - and I know I will sound as if I am off my kibble when I say this - but it smelled and sounded as if it had some strange sort of four-legger in it that was not a fellow dog, a squirrel, a deer, or even a cursed feline! Can you imagine my incredulity?
Daddy and The Girl keep going into a room and not letting us in and giggling about something they call a "bun-knee." Miss Morgane has never heard of such a creature before, either but reports that the sound and scent of this "bun-knee" cause her to be both oddly enthused and ravenous.
More as things develop, but I remain, as always, your faithful Mordred T. Dog - Irish Wolfhound At Large.
Gentle Readers,
