<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14pt"><div>Many apologies for chiming in so late on this, I have been typing some extra work this week and haven't been following the DD at all. We can hardly believe it has been a year since Elder Clara left us, but really I should've known - she must have been instrumental in Morse's dastardly deeds this week: </div><div>1. He broke into someone's garden down the road and I found him wagging his tail in the middle of their flower bed :(</div><div>2. He dodged behind the pub landlord's legs on Tuesday and started dragging a bag of gravy bones out from behind the bar :(</div><div>3. He attempted to counter cruise at a neighbour's house, with a plate of pork on the table (his legs are too short though)</div><div>4. He has started arooooing when he sees a cat</div><div>5. He charged down a steep grass bank in the village
and couldnt get back up. I had to shin down, push him back up and then he had the audacity to run off before I could haul myself up. When I did catch him up he was munching on fresh horse turd in the road :(</div><div>6. Finally we went to the beach yesterday and he proudly discovered a dead plaice and shook it vigorously. I wouldn't let him bring it in the car though so he sulked all the way home (the smell was pungent to say the very least).</div><div>*sigh*<br>Are you laughing Clara? We miss you. </div><div>Becky and Morse <var id="yui-ie-cursor"></var></div></div></body></html>