As you may be aware Trotter is a very keen gardener. He is particularly fond of a spot of light pruning and loves nothing better than grabbing any pot plant and vigorously shaking it until it is destroyed.
Trotter loves the garden, he loves to rip up plants and stand at the bottom and bark indiscriminately through the fence. He particularly likes it when the neighbour’s children poke their heads through the lattice and ask if Trotter is allowed to come and play.
But of all his favourite things one thing stands above all others. The green netting that at one point lined the inside of all the fencing. Trotter felt that the green netting had his name on it and was his to do what he liked with. So it was that I found him tugging in a determined fashion on 3 foot of netting that was smothered in sweet peas. What to do? In a flash of inspiration I stood on the netting, only to be jerked across the garden like some magic carpet ride gone wrong.
Who could imagine that a small shabby dog of only 1 and a half stone could of pulled a person of 12 stone all the way across the garden? And he still wouldn't let go.
In the end we had to wave his dinner bowl over his head to make him let go. And so it is such that Trotter now has his pig pen on the porch, where he can stand and look at the garden and the potted plants and the green netting, but not actually be able to touch any of it.
Poor TROTTER.
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