under our working pseudonyms of Cerberus, Gnasher and Java The Hat. Detecting a hostile presense we dived in with lovely vampiric alarm barks from Cerberus, followed by ferocious assault barks from Java The Hat and the sinister rumble of unseen, immeasurable terror from Gnasher. Bearwood frozen in terror.
When the back door opens "Cooey, sugarpuff, sweetness, little baby biscuits, mummys got your elevenses" She has no idea, it may look like the neighbour innocently hanging his washing out, but we know different. Ah well, theres always tomorrow