Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie.

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I'm a retired teacher turned writer. Ferradiddledumday (my Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story) and Stuck (my middle grade paranormal novel) are available from Cedar Creek Publishing.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Tree Trimming

When the branches of the silver maple in the dog kennel acquired a gnawed look, we knew that tall beavers hadn’t breached the 5-foot chain link fence.


We had a pretty good idea who was doing the damage, because that tree had for years provided shade for the canine inhabitants with nary a nip on its leaves. Then we got Maggie.

We knew Maggie couldn’t keep her secret forever. Eventually she showed off her tree-trimming abilities: jump, grab branch, twist, gnaw it off.

Border collies need to work. If they aren’t provided work, they will find something to do.

Anyone need some tree-pruning done? I know a dog who works cheap.

1 Comments:

Blogger Cath Smith said...

LOL. You can trust a border collie to be up to something, can't you! :)

2:44 PM  

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