I feel a bit tired since some days. I’m probably hibernating. I try to go to sleep early. Yesterday Rudi was missing. I went outside to call him but he didn’t come. After waiting for half an hour I took a torchlight and searched the park. The park is up to 2 hectars big. It was already midnight and not very warm. I feared he might have a crisis and lie helpless under some bushes, slowly freezing to death. I don’t know why German women are always worried. It’s something we just can’t switch off. I finally saw two tiny yellow spots reflecting the light of my torch. I couldn’t see the rest of the dog, he had a camouflage coat of mud. He was chewing on something and his right forepaw rested triumphantly on the dead body of a rabbit child. I had to get a leash to bring Rudi inside. He didn’t want to leave the excavation site.
After Rudi was shampooed and set I saw that Bach was dirty too, though by far not as much. No way I would bathe a Bernese Mountaindog after midnight.
This morning I went on the field and collected flint stones. It was a pleasure. I checked every stone if it was used as a tool in prehistoric times. I admired the colours and patterns. There’s an expression in German “steinreich”, literally “stone rich”, meaning filthy rich. It always makes me wonder… we are rich concerning stones, but stones on the field don’t make us filthy rich. Hmm.
Miniputz was supervising the work. I filled the hole and then I tried to take a photo of the cat. nearly impossible, she’s moving all the time. She seemed to be content with the work though, was treading the air and purring. There is another, smaller hole, that leads to the burrow. It’s big enough for Miniputz.