Or You Will Be Fucked Up ....!
I've just spent the afternoon making nest boxes. I stopped, to feed the Dogs and horses. Then, I took a measure of The Hard Stuff, just to ease the path toward finishing todays five.
All done, I popped in here to put my working glasses away and pick up my pot of shrapnel, which I intended to count into my tins. And that's what I was concentrating on. Separating 20's, 10's, 5's, 2's and 1's.
That's hard work, without my working glasses, which I'd stupidly taken off seconds ago. Thus I was concentrating while straining to see the coins. Barely registering the high pitched squealing, behind me.
It was that perculiar chop smacking that bull blooded Dogs tend to do, when they've just savoured a bite, that caught my conscious attention.
I turned around to see that Orange Dog had seemingly just finished what the bait had started.
Nice work, The Orange Dog ~ An oldy, but, a goody! This fucker's paid the price of coming in here, fucking with my shit.
Of all the doorposts, in all the cottages, in all of Eire .....
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