I may be Wen’s favorite (and only) boy, as she tells me all the time, but I got in big trouble this morning when she caught me digging a rather large hole in the middle of the backyard this morning. Even worse, I was eating dirt, as evidenced when I looked up and my muzzle was a big blob of dirt. Somebody was not pleased and she yelled at me and chased me into the house. (Molly was eating dirt too, but she only got a mild reprimand, probably because she wasn’t digging).
Seems to me that Wen is forgetting that we’re terriers—earth dogs—and our instinct is to dig, so we don’t deserve getting into big trouble because we really can’t help ourselves. Okay, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!
