Last night, under cover of darkness, I squeezed Baby D back into his camouflage jacket, night vision goggles and helmet mounted camera and poked him through the space in the hedge into Mrs Next Door's garden. She has been pottering about in there in a mysterious way and I instructed Baby D to search out every corner of the garden so we could ascertain what she had been up to. Alfie Bucket and me watched on the monitor and whispered instructions via our 2-way radios. I dont know why we bothered cos Baby D ignored all our instructions! Five minutes into his mission he noticed that Mrs Next Door had left her kitchen door open and enticed by the smell of hot toast he wandered in and blew his cover!!! Baby D is somewhat addicted to sandwiches and in our haste we forgot to give him his backpack containing his packed lunch and so his mind quickly turned to thoughts of food. He stood in Mrs Next Door's kitchen doing tricks and dancing so that she would feed him hot buttered toast and then lay down on the floor and rolled over for tummy tickles! Needless to say the mission had to be aborted and Baby D's name has been written in the 'naughty book'. Dereliction of duty I call that! He is now sitting in the corner drawing with his etch-a-sketch. One day I will share Baby D's sketches with you, they are rather weird!
So its back to the drawing board on the mission front! Ah well tomorrow is another day!
|Baby Dougal in disgrace after his failed mission|
Love from Hamish and the McTavish Clan xxx