Reba is in the dog house. Yesterday I found 8 eggs in the old chicken shack. Reba found them in a bowl on the kitchen worktop and ate the lot. It is quite common, given the number of dogs in the house at anyone time for one of them to have wind. Rocky often flops down on the floor and a sudden expulsion of gas from his hind most end makes him spin around in surprise. Luckily the aroma has never been what you would call offensive. Last night after the egg fest Reba guffed and cleared not only the room but the house. I had to go outside in the fresh air as my eyes were burning, the other dogs ran for cover just in case they were blamed and Tracey who was furthest from the epicentre initially blamed me.
Today we were gifted 12 eggs. We have one left. Reba counter surfed again and stole eleven of them. Given the damage she might cause if they have a similar effect gas masks have been issued.
She is apparently halfway through her pregnancy, if she is, looking at her its hard to tell, is she or isn't she?
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