<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:tahoma, new york, times, serif;font-size:14pt"><P>First of all, the stories about Buddy were heartbreaking - thank you to Debbie and Sandy, and the others involved in what would have been his rescue. </P>
<P>Julie mentioned about her Maggie having the sweetest, passive nature, and Morse - although a huge scrounger - is also a passive boy. Last night in the cemetery he literally passed right by the resident cat there, and at the last second smelled the cat and they looked at each other. Morse wagged his tail gently and then moved on, although kept looking behind (to make sure he wasn't being followed!) Last week he was in a friend's garden when she asked if Morse would mind clearing her dog's dinner as Ziggy, her springer spaniel, didn't want it. Morse had already eaten but I figured he could have a small breakfast the next day so I said yes - it was some dog food with some cheese and prawns on top. I had to smile as Ziggy was totally ignoring the bowl while Morse was having a hernia tearing round the garden looking for it. He finally found the dinner, and of course then Ziggy sprang into action, growling and angry, and obviously did not
wish to share it. Morse, for all his gluttony, as soon as he heard the growling and snarling, stepped back a few steps with a timid and gently wagging tail and let Ziggy eat (friend Caroline however was not impressed with Zig, and made him share!) </P>
<P>Today my parents came to visit. Morse loves them and was clearly unimpressed when we were all busy talking out in the garden. It must've occurred to him that the best way to get our attention was to do a huge turd. Actually, make that two huge turds. Right next to the table we were sitting at. And make them of a slighty moist consistency, the type that need several bags to clear up, ensuring smell is pungent and also needing to be watered away with a hose afterwards. </P>
<P>*sigh* </P></div></body></html>