<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:garamond, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt;color:#000000;"><DIV>I wrote last week saying that we heated some chips up and Morse was delighted, and it 'worked'. Well, it did, kind of. What I didnt say was that, in between the chips, Morse looked very un-amused and stood staring at us both with a 'well, now what?' look on his face, and was reluctant - to say the least - to budge until he saw another chip. So I decided on another tact; cat food. Yes, back at 'home', ah the halcyon days of home, Morse loved going to the flats where an elderly lady would leave cat food out. He would try and dodge past me to get to this cat food. So last week I wandered down the lane where we were going to take him for a walk a few minutes later, and planted cat food at a few intervals, only perhaps a spoonful. I wore my bumbag and stored the cat food
tin and fork where Morse's water bottle goes. Imagine my dismay when I get to the end of the walk and turn back to collect Morse, and a chocolate labrador walks past with his owner, and proceeds to stop several times up the lane where some idiot has placed cat food.</DIV>
<DIV>*sigh*</DIV>
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<DIV>Becky (what now?), Morse (think of something!) and Pumbaa ATB (I can't believe what I'm reading)</DIV></div><br>
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