LARGE NOISY THINGS
… Dad mowed the lawn this morning … usually I help but the last few times he’s mowed it I have been locked inside. He thinks I am an idiot because I try to bite the blades while they are spinning.
Humans really don’t have much of an idea when it comes to mortal danger, I was only trying to protect him … actually I do the same thing with the whippersnipper, and the edger … and the blower too but … THEY ARE BIG AND THEY MAKE A LOUD NOISE! … who would not try to kill something like that?
Apparently Grandad Bluey used to to the same thing, see, we know … us dogs know a thing or two about LARGE NOISY THINGS! legend has it that Grandad Bluey could even drag the mower off the lawn by it’s wheel while Dad was mowing! what a hero! The only thing I need to figure out now is how after I bite the blower and bark at it a lot, it just keeps working.
When I do that to Murray he just shits himself and runs away but then again, he is not a LARGE NOISY THING, he is a small black and white terrorist and there is s difference.
