Ratty

Warning, if you're of a sensitive nature you probably won't want to read this post... 



Hello, it is me Gwen-bear again. I want to tell you that I was very clever yesterday.

For ages I have been trying to tell the humans that there are creatures living in the compost heap, last time I tried to tell them this there was a nest of baby rats in the middle of one. Their Mummy had run off and left them when the humans were emptying out the compost, I think that's very negelectful, I would never have done that with my puppies...

(Gwen is a rescue dog, and had a litter of 12 pupppies before we re-homed her, one of whom, is Meg)

The humans had dug out the compost heap, and I decided to help, I found a giant tunnel, and I dug... 

and I dug

and I dug some more

and at the end of the tunnel wasn't a nest of babies, it was a giant big boy rat. I caught him, and I killed him. I don't like rats.

After this my Mummy took my rat away from me, apparenty I wasn't allowed to play with him, she put him in something called "the brown bin" (we have a bin collected by the council specifically for food waste that can't be composted), and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wok out how to get him out. So although I might be clever enough to catch a rat, I can't be that clever... apparenty I don't have thumbs... the humans say it's a good thing as I already know how to let myself in and out of the house.