|Bring it on......|
It was something like
" don't get me angry...you wouldn't like me when I'm angry"
It was still dark this morning when the loud pitched growling started in the kitchen.
So with a heavy heart I schlepped downstairs in my long johns to see what carnage was going on.
This time Albert had unearthed the remains of a roast chicken which had been wrapped up in foil on top of the cooker. He had dropped the carcass on the floor and was busy stripping the bones while the four dogs sat carefully in a line just out of claw reach.
Small as he is, Albert has no problem holding his own against the cottage canines.
Winifred, was the first dog to break ranks. Confident she had bulk on her side , she put a couple of heavy footsteps towards the chicken before Albert whipped around and boxed her face with three lightening like slaps.
He must have used claws, for Wiinnie not only galloped out of the kitchen but she bolted up the stairs to safety.
26 kilo Bulldog 0. skinny 4 kilo wide eyed moggy with a duff leg..1