Moby grew up fast and furiously, and the regular shouts and screams from the kid's side told the sad story of somebody's shoes having been chewed up, or the poor cat almost rolled to death, or a veggie patch that was destroyed, and I just shook my head and went my way, as I have asked them to read up beforehand if they wanted to buy a certain breed of dog.
But the dog really became a problem, as he was immensely big and strong, and I landed on my back a few times, and then had my face licked good and thoroughly before my screams for help were noticed, and the dog was pulled off. Poor Andreas who was only eight years old was regularly under the shower after Moby had some playtime with him.
The strangest thing about the dog was that he never bonded with one person, and would never lie calmly at your feet like other dogs, but was always sniffing at everything, and if he gets the smell of something interesting, no calling, threatening, or begging had any effect on him, as he would just put his nose to the ground and run!
One morning I heard the gate open, and waited to see if the visitor was for me, but minutes later the most alarming screams came from the children's house, and I ran out to see what was up, knowing full well that Moby would have a roll in this little drama! I opened the gate and found Jeanine, a woman about my age flat on her back in a flower bed, and all I could see of her was her feet, and then of course the madly wagging tail of Moby, who was having a nice talk and a play with this unsuspecting playmate! I ran for my spray can, which I had filled with the garlicky concoction I used for the trees, as it stinks like mad, and Moby hated it, and that was actually the only way to get him to retreat when I wanted to visit with the kids. The poor Jeanine was quite hysterical, and it took a lot of talking and a strong cuppa to calm the bemuddied girl back to her old self!
The children of course would not back down now and admit that they had again got the wrong kind of dog, and I could understand it, your animals just about becoming one of your kids.
In the meantime I was wracking my brains thinking of how to tackle the wedding dress Irma had asked me to make, as I had to design it to her idea, and she was one very full of nonsense cookie when it came to what she wanted, and she would rather stay without something than make do with second best!
Kevin Bacon had also now grown into quite a heavy-weight porker, but the children kept on making excuses as to why he could not yet be slaughtered, but I knew that Jan was quite fond of the ugly brute, as he was mostly responsible for feeding it, and its well being. I was quite scared of him, as he had this small red eyes that glared with a kind of hateful and hungry look at me when I had to feed it the times that the kids went out somewhere.
I had previously brought a hanging tamato planter from Scotland, and it worked amazingly well, as the many evil destroyers of my garden could not reach them, and I had plenty of fruit off that. It looked so nice, the plants hanging down like a chandelier, and the red and green tomatoes looked like small jewels when the sun caught them!