Me and the Giant Wild Boars in the Sky

 

KEEPING LE RIPE SAFE

A dog's work is never done. 

By day there is trouble enough keeping the attendants occupied and ensuring they follow the rules: meals at the right time, walks at the right time, tickles and games at the right time and so on and so forth...

By night there is trouble enough keeping the invaders at bay: wild boar, deer, porcupines, foxes, hare, badgers, pine martens, ferrets, squirrels - you name it, my territory is constantly threatened by vermin and parasites. Not to mention the mice, rats, toads, hedgehogs and other small fry.

But the biggest foes of all, and the hardest to control, are the giant wild boars in the sky. They only roll over once in a while, usually when it rains, damn them. But they really drive me crazy. As soon as I hear their rumbling approaching my territory I HAVE to go out to patrol the entire garden and frighten away the intruders.

I run up and down, over and under, round and about for hours and hours. I've heard the attendants say I've been out for 5,6 or 7 hours and I sure am pooped when I finish. Usually I manage to get rid of the giant wild boars in the sky after an hour or so, but sometimes they really wear me out. 

My attendants keep on calling me inside. But what do they think I am? A slacker?!