Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: August 27, 2010

hound dawg gonna eat dat pussy

opening the turkey shed to let out 10 young turkeys this morning i was slapped hard about the face with a rancid hit of ammonia.
thought it might be time to change their bedding.

maximum is now earning £1 a day pocket money by looking after the chickens morning, afternoon and night.
i think he should be doing it for free.
but i'm just pleased he's doing it at all: we'd tried 'this is your job' without the financial incentive and it didn't exactly work out.

i like ca$h incentives.
maximum earned £1 the first time he ate a roast potato (which he had previously refused adamantly).
now he eats potatoes all the time, and no longer earns money for it.

spent the next 8hrs cleaning out our main barn.
a very overdue job.
we'd been using it to cut up wood for the stables for months.

little red tractor (my 1966 massey ferguson 35 vineyard edition) started first time.
had been standing for a year.

i long for the barn to be a finished, fully functional studio.
£100,000 would see it so.
not quite sure when i'm going to have this amount of spare ca$h to make it happen.

ludwig demonstrated that the front fence and hedge had NOT been sealed up like we thought it had and ran out to fess with some passing horses and their unamused riders.

spent an hour putting chicken wire around and getting snared by hawthorn bushes that have left nasty poisoned holes in me.
little dogs COULD have got out.
people really shouldn't try getting in.
hawthorn is nasty.

gave ludwig his first raw meat bone: a nice fat lamb shank (aka giant toothbrush)

as i was fitting a new toilet seat upstairs in the farmhouse i heard ludwig growling outside like he was in distress.
mrs.perou looked out of the window and shouted at z, 'get away from the dog'.
z ignored mrs.perou (at his peril) and stayed there long enough for ludwig to go for him and bite his hand hard (not quite the hand that feeds him).

blood was almost drawn.
z has HOPEFULLY learnt his lesson (the painful way)
this is the second time he's been bitten by a dog.
he was 3yrs old when houseguest 'taz' took a very lucky miss, glancing bite out of his forehead.
he has been told not to fess with dogs before countless times, especially when they're eating.
could have been a lot worse.
if ludwig was big enough to reach his neck...

now i'm done.
been a while since i've worked so hard at the farm.
i'm seizing up and my back's gone ping.

a long hot bath, can of strongbow and a few chapters of 'please kill me' should sort things out.

maximum LOVES sausage dogs and is desperate for us to get one when stratford dies.
no danger of it biting anyone above the knee.