I am severely deaf. I rely on Mr Furlong to listen out at night for noises off in the dark. At two o’clock last night, I woke to hear a sort of twanging “chap””chap””chap” sound, distant and distorted. I put a hearing aid in. It was the Furlong dog. I recognised the bark immediately. It said “hunting””hunting””hunting” “come see””come see””come see”!
Well, it’s happened before – I remember blogging about it, but can’t remember which blog. Hedgehog time!
Armed with a torch and garden shoes, knees knocking in the cold (very cold here last night) and taking the short training lead, I locate Furlong dog in what used to be a garden that now looks like war zone. All the cabling for the garden lights have been dug up. The plants too. And in the center of the chaos, a large hedgehog .
We know from experience that Furlong dog never attacks the hedgehogs, who use our garden as a highway to the next one – he digs and kicks everything around it in his hunting frustration at being unable to get at them.
My inner Guru says that lots of people are like the Furlong dog in this situation. They cause mayhem in the surrounding environment trying to get what they want. And they expend much energy and emotion in the process. To stop more collateral damage, someone else has to bother to contain them. I should be more like the hedgehog, who achieved ITS goal, by simply rolling up into a little ball and waiting till the situation changed.
I am more like a terrier and less like a hedgehog – how about about you?
I rushed out again to take these snaps before the Hog uncurled and scruffled off.